“Are you done?” she asked Selwa, who was wiping her blade on a towel.
The skin in those sensitive spots was wet and made her shiver.
“Not quite.” Selwa took an earthenware pot and stuck two fingers inside. They came out with a glob of jelly-like salve. She proceeded to smear it all over Lana’s sensitive parts. The smell of it—like flowers—drifted on the air.
“The king is not a young man,” Selwa explained, as she had explained everything she was doing. “Certain things don’t come as easily anymore to him. If he tries to enter you and your skin is dry, you will get cuts and bleed. It might get infected.”
Well, thanks, that was way more information than Lana wanted, but that was Selwa. No shame about the whole process at all.
“There.” She slapped Lana’s thigh with a salve-covered hand. “G
