I hope hat you feel more so, to your own liking.

[Olivine watches for a beat or two, considering his concerns for a moment before turning away to disappear into the trees.

there's a good portion of time for Basch to get cleaned up, of course—the village is some distance away, and then he also has to secure clothing in the first place. and when he returns, it's with that (and a towel) under one arm and a basket under the other, steps as sure as they had been in leaving.

a small smile crosses his lips when he reaches the river again, making no attempt at keeping his approach quiet.]

I thought you might still be hungry, so I took the townsfolk up on their offer for something to eat, too.