[She said she would, so IV isn't worried. He leans back, propped up by an elbow on the ground behind him, and parts some more hair clinging to his face. Eventually, his hand slides down to fix his wet collar. What's concerning is the nagging thought now in his mind about the fire – what if it didn't snuff itself out with the village? – but he keeps it there in the corner.
Already, he can feel the humidity working against the moisture on his skin and making the air around them stifling. Rather than a swim, he might as well have just gone on a marathon.]
It's too humid to get out just yet. Good grief . . . this jungle.
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[She said she would, so IV isn't worried. He leans back, propped up by an elbow on the ground behind him, and parts some more hair clinging to his face. Eventually, his hand slides down to fix his wet collar. What's concerning is the nagging thought now in his mind about the fire – what if it didn't snuff itself out with the village? – but he keeps it there in the corner.
Already, he can feel the humidity working against the moisture on his skin and making the air around them stifling. Rather than a swim, he might as well have just gone on a marathon.]
It's too humid to get out just yet. Good grief . . . this jungle.