We cleaned ourselves with enchanted towels and got dressed.
"I'm absolutely knackered," Pokora yawned, covering her mouth. She stretched and let out a long sigh.
"We have a few hours left of watch," I pointed out, sitting down on one of the chairs. "And I would commit child trafficking for a bath."
The Elf turned to me with a disgusted expression. "What the fuck?"
I shrugged and retrieved a juice bottle from my storage. "I like being clean. Those enchanted towels don't do it for me."
She shook her head and sighed. "But child trafficking? Seriously?"
I nodded in thought. "Then... I would commit war crimes?"
"Better," Pokora accepted with a nod. "Still oddly specific," she insisted.
I took a sip and sighed. "I would punch the Pope in the gut," I offered.
"Why not just say you'd kill for a bath?" She tried, raising both eyebrows. "Like, you know, normal people."
