Cynthia sighed and had to find a way to solve it herself.
She got up and put on a Beast Skin Skirt. Although it felt empty inside, it could at least cover her body.
She wasn't very used to it.
Stepping out of the cave, she picked some relatively soft, large broad leaves nearby and, using slender, tender vines, strung the leaves together to weave something like pants to wear.
She put on a sanitary pad, and with the Beast Skin Skirt covering it, no one could see what it was.
It was early morning, the sun had just risen, and golden sunlight sprinkled across the mountains and forests, bringing a slight chill with the refreshing morning dew.
Cynthia stood at the cave entrance, stretching lazily, feeling the gentle morning breeze as if the fatigue of last night was washed away by it.
Stepping through the dense forest, she arrived at the banks of Umbraflow, crouched down, and took a sip of water to rinse her mouth.
