Presented with the cloth and shorts, Einin felt heat rush to her cheeks and felt stupid for it. She recognized the cloth, all right. She used them monthly. For some reason, Ryk handing her one was even more embarrassing than what they had been up to that night, and she wasn't quite sure why. He'd been with plenty of women! Of course he would know about woman stuff!
Turning her back to him, she quickly cleaned herself up, folded the cloth in the shorts, and then dressed. Well, half dressed. She was still topless, and she may as well have been wearing nothing for as much as the shorts covered, and she couldn't help but pick at the legs of them as though trying to make them stretch more.
Not that...it really mattered, did it?
Finished, she sat cross-legged, took the glass Ryk offered her, and took a sip. After all that, ah, exertion, she was tired and incredibly thirsty but she knew better than to chug it like she wanted to. Memory wine was to be savored, after all--and savor it she did.
As Ryk had stated, the memory could change even in a short time, and it had. The wine tasted like chocolate raspberry cake and the memory that came to her was the faire--getting lost in the maze together, betting on pigs, escaping into that random house...
She flushed even darker and sipped more wine quickly. Oh jeez...
Stealing a glance over at Ryk, she said, "What was your memory?"