His eyes closed, just as she asked. He didn’t want to smell like a corpse anymore. There was something terrifying about being covered in blood, even more so when it wasn’t his own. Ears twitched at her touch, quills bristling slightly. Silver wasn’t used to letting anyone touch his face, but he didn’t back away.
“I promise I’ll be gentle, Silv.”
Rebecca very gently scrubbed Silver’s face with the lathered soap, making sure she didn’t pull on his skin or fur. She did her absolute best to get rid of the blood, washing off the rag when it was covered and putting more soap on it.
Back in the Game 