Skin drenched in blood from the remnants of yet another fight Gale lets out a disgusted groan, his hair and his clothes are not of to standard anymore.

Gale is too much of a perfectionist in his own right to stand being covered in the stale cracking blood of goblins, his lips parting to speak before he gets a rather interesting idea.

One that is naughty in itself but also needed in a way.

While the rest of the companions begin to go on their own ways to change out of their soiled clothing and such Gale pulls you close to himself by an arm around your hip with a charming smile.

“My star, would you perhaps accompany me to the creak to wash off sort to speak?” Gale says softly against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin ever so slightly.