Adam stood next to Tynan, looking down into the stream as the water flowed swiftly by with sunlight bejeweling it's surface. The little boy was naked and holding a towel, and he had a seriously hesitant look on his face. "But what if I drown?" he asked for the umteenth time.

"It's two feet deep, Adam. I can see the bottom from here" Tynan pointed out, sounding bored.

"What if a fish eats my feet?"

"Judging from how they smell, I really pity those fish."

"What if I get washed out to sea by a flash flood?"

Tynan sighed. Getting the boy to bathe was always so troublesome. He took the towel from the boy and pushed the boy forward by the shoulder. With a startled yelp, Adam fell into the clear stream. Adam rose from the water soaking wet and furious. "EVIL!!" he shouted angrily at Tynan as the boy stood waist deep in the water.

"Oh just bathe, Adam!" Tynan said wearily. He hung the towel on a low branch and turned back to the camp. The polstice had been cleaned off earlier, he was surprised at how well the medicine had worked. His nose wasn't even purple, and his bruises were already beginning to fade. He sat down by his pack, not looking at Arum who sat opposite, holding a plate of breakfast that Tynan had cooked. Tynan took out his cutthroat razor, shaving foam and with the aid of a small mirror propped up on a rock, he started to shave. He glanced around camp. "Have you seen Feather this morning?" he asked idly.

Arum replied hesitantly, as if he had something on his mind. "I think she's gone down to the stream to bathe."

"But Adam is-" Tynan began. He heard a surprised squeal followed by alot of laughter coming from the stream. Don't turn around to look, Tynan told himself firmly. Not that he had to, since mental pictures rose all on their own accord. He blushed despite himself and subsequently nicked his chin. He swore.