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After Ashyr got off of him, Solerin sat up and waited for further instructions. Unlike, say, Caleldir, he did not seem perturbed by the ejaculate on his chest. He was pretty used to that sort of thing. And he was also used to taking orders from women and in general being rather more servile and respectable than Caleldir. It was almost as if he had spent his entire life in a rather brutal matriarchy and Caleldir had not.
For her part, though, Ashyr had just realized that this led to a problem she wasn't used to dealing with. There was no magic to clean up the mess. No Selene nor Caleldir to cast their handy cantrips. She would have to clean themselves up the mundane way. She grabbed the towel next to the washbasin and walked over to clean him off herself since it was sort of her fault he was partially covered in his own ejaculate... but then she remembered her pretense; he was her slave. It was something she had to make him (and, to some degree, herself) believe so that he didn't think she was taking him in out of the kindness of her heart. So, instead, she dropped the cloth on his chest.
"Clean yourself up and dress; I need to drop you off at Sornamal's estate," she ordered. All her preparations to leave were made in a second. Ashyr was suddenly clothed again in her commoner's disguise. So she sat cross-legged on the bed to wait for Solerin to get ready.
He caught the tossed cloth. "Thank you, mistress," he said respectfully. Swiftly, he cleaned himself off and put his clothing back on, though he did pause a moment to stare in surprise at Ashyr's sudden outfit. She clearly had some sort of magic item, but he could not see any such item on her... Eh, it was not his business to pry into her secrets. Not yet. It was his business to be useful enough to her that she did not turn him over to House Zolyth or sell him to the Frehelvi. "I am yours. I will follow you back to Lord Sornnamal's Estate." Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a worn Mithral medallion with the sigil of House Gallaer on it from its hiding place. "Ready to follow."
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