It was almost noon. They had been by the stream for over two hours now. Rey watched her as she sat down on the grass on the edge on the stream. When they had reached the stream, Rey had immediately shade off his clothes and only opted to retain his boxers for the sake of modesty. He had been in the water since and his skin was beginning to prune.
Daisy had proved to be unbudgingly stubborn and refused to be swayed from her decision not to enter the water. She had filled her bottle with water just minutes upon arrival after turning down his first suggestion to enter the water. Then she had gathered some more water in the broken bucket for her laundry. She had even gathered up his discarded clothes and gave them a wash too. Rey had watched all this procession in silent observation without
