The Druid Girl watched, with sideways glances, as the big, red behemoth stripped down toh is... Whatever that [i]cloth[/i] covering his ... Whatever lizards had down there... and then bounding for the stream. It may have been a trick of the light, but the caramel-skinned girl could have sworn she saw the big brute smile when he entered the water. Maybe it reminded him of home? Or maybe he was just happy to get the gunk of nastiness off? That being said, she took a look down at her own body. Her hands and forearms were covered in dried critter-blood, dirt and mud - and her stomach had blotches of the same. Her hip-wrap skirt had suffered some tains, as had the bandeau around her chest... How troublesome, it wasn't like she kept a set of spare clothes in her tiny travelling pouch.

The words of the sagely lizard rang in her head like an echo. Always good to be prepared, yeah... Maybe she should've considered that not everyone was willing to spend their hard-earned money on heated basins of water to wash off after a day's labor.. Though, to her, that was perhaps one of the few good things about living [i]in[/i] a town. Still, her contemplation was broken as the archer spoke to her - the words bringing a somber smile to the druid's face.

"Killing is a natural part of life, we as well as animals kill to keep ourselves fed and safe, there's nothing wrong with that." She mused, looking out at the swimming reptile as he sloshed about contently. "Even stocking up on supplies and killing in order to prepare for hard times is something I understand and accept. But, I just don't see the value in ending the lives of other creatures who have done no wrong, just to make our own sitation slightly better for a short while." She paused, looking back at the fire and the nomad girl, smiling gently. "Those boars had lived for many seasons, grown and reared a family, yet we could've undone all that they'd accomplished in no more than a few moments... Well, our Lizzie-poo could've, anyway." She laughed once. "It just seems like an incredible waste, especially since we didn't need to do it. But, that's just me, and I'm still just a naive girl after all." She ended off her little open-air monologue.

That little bit of personal philosophy off her chest, it was time to get to what [i]really[/i] mattered! Washing up. Yup, she had to get this yuck off her, less it cause her to catch a disease or infection, or both! She might know a healing spell, but that would do jack-diddily against plague, lepresy or some other nasty contagion, which she would much prefer to avoid if possible. So, stepping a bit away from the campfire, she took off her hooded vest-jacket, slid her skirt down her legs and, finally, carefully removed the bandeau while at the same time covering her herself to preserve whatever modesty she could. While she was wearing undergarments for her lower body - and thankfully they hadn't gotten stained - she was not wearing any for her rather plump upper bits... This fact, coupled with the knowledge that there was a male present, as well as the fact that she wasn't used to being near buck-nekkid infront of peiople wasn't overly familiar with, caused the girl's cheek to flush with a tinge of red and her eyes became nervous.

Taking a deep brea, she quickly moved down to the stream, dipping one sandaled foot into the darkening water... [i]Cold[/i], as expected. Afternoon, close to evening-swims were not exactly pleasant, but this was something that had to be done. Steeling herself, she waded into the flowing stream, biting her lip gently in order to squelch a cry of discomfort. Once submerged to her shoulders, she quickly began moving her arms to and hands to brush and scrape off the goo. This really needed to be a quick bath, a real quick one. SHe could already feel her body temp falling and getting goosebumps all over. How the lizard could look so comfortable while swimming around in this place was beyond her comprehension. Thick ... scales, maybe?