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Literature

Another teensy lore bit

Normally he’d be ordered to scrub himself, but as Scarlett wanted her little entertainer to appear well-tended, she’d told the Veun woman to scrub him. And did she ever. So aggressively, it burned. So aggressively, it felt like his skin would just fall off his bones. She scrubbed that boy with her tough, strong arms; her actions no doubt fueled by her absolute disdain that she, a Veun, should even TOUCH a Tenebriian. At least he could say the hatred was mutual. Once-pallid skin was now crimson. Joints and bones ached and screamed, but he was clean. Wrapped for the first time in a towel. Not a good one, but a clean one, at the very least. When he was dry, the Veun woman was relieved of the burden of watching him; he was hauled away to be painted. In contrast to the bathwater, the paint was cold. Scourge shivered as they slathered it over his scars; it stung, but he was in so much pain at this point, he hardly felt anything. This strange substance covered all his