Mortis watched as the others ran off excitedly. She was also excited, though she could mask it better than the others. She wouldn't mind bathing. In fact, she was very particular about her hygiene and it had been bothering her that she couldn't wash up given everything going on. Water also meant that she could have the chance to wash up the armor she had scavenged. Her train of thought was derailed when Max spoke up. Her attention averted from the group to him. As he asked his questions, she couldn't help get somewhat irate with him. She didn't know everything, even if he may have thought so. She, just like him, had only been here for a day or so. "Well, firstly, I was catching up with you guys. I couldn't communicate back with you guys once I went to go scout unless I wanted to get killed, which, I wasn't going to do. The only thing I could do is stay out of sight and summon things to distract the guards or help you guys. I do plan to clean up, I'm a mess just as much as everyone else is. As for the gnome, no. I had no idea what it did. Same goes for everything else in this damned book. I mean, I was able to make notes after I summoned them, but before that, no. I had no idea." She shrugged. Her tone was slightly hostile, but she really wasn't trying to be, she just didn't appreciate being interrogated. "I have the gel, but whatever wound you may have, it might be best to clean it first. That's what the guy did to Macid before he put the stuff in there. It's probably our best bet." Mortis began to walk to the reservoir, gesturing for Max to follow. "C'mon, we should get washed up." She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, as she began walking, eying the book's glowing page. "I promise, I'll look at you once we settle for camp tonight. When things have calmed down..." she whispered. She knew the book wouldn't respond, but she still talked to it as if it were sentient.
Once at the reservoir, she sat by the edge and dipped her feet into the water, sighing with relief at the familiar, wet, cool feeling that was enveloping her feet. She took her bag off and sat it beside her taking out some bread and nibbling on a little of it. She looked at the others, watching them as they enjoyed their water while she ate, still waiting for Max. When she had finished with her bread, she carefully placed it on top of the stack she had made in her bag and retrieved the container that had the goop in it as well as her old shirt that she had ripped into one long wrap. She sat both items beside her, preparing to clean the monitor's wound. Beside that, she placed the armor, also preparing to clean it once she had taken care of Max. She seemed to be deep in thought as she worked. There were so many things she was still questioning in her mind, mainly the intent of the old man.