Wapun Meadow Bring it to an end

Luckily for Āzoniol, the smaller male did no pry the reason behind his avoidance any further and he sighed in relief. A small part of himself feared revealing such a vulnerable part of himself too soon — what if he drove Evien away with said information? He didn't want to risk finding out.

The brute took a couple seconds to look back and made sure Evien truly wasn't looking, a worried expression of insecurity on his face, and would slowly turn around to head towards the stream. It took a little while to wash off due to how low the stream was — he even had to lie down to make sure his neck was being properly cleaned — but Āzon was eventually able to flush out most of the blood and gunk from his wounds. 

The prince got up and stepped from the water, vigorously shaking his wooly pelt to dry off. He made sure to take his sweet time with it too and might've taken longer than needed. Shake off, check. Shake off, check. Shake off, check. Make sure no water is still there — make sure no skin shows.

"Can I look now, your highness?"

Evien called out to him, and it was within that brief moment that Ignis was snapped out of his obsessive drying. He looked back to peer at him and just as promised,  the brown male was looking the other way — Āzon couldn't help but smile. It was good to know he could be trusted.  "I'll allow it, peasant." He jested with a cheeky grin on his face, walking towards where Evien stood with his herbs. "What do ya plan on doing with these? A paste?"