Find somewhere to wash up.

Vivia was filthy. Sticky white sap painted her face, neck and chest, and her pants were flooded with her own secretions, not to mention the dirt and grime of the forest stuck to her because of it all. She needed to get clean.

Her map told of a creek not too far west of her location within the woods. She had to endure an uncomfortable trek to get there, but it was nothing compared to what she had just gone through. By the time she got to the sparkling waters of the creek, she was past the point of caring enough to take the time to disrobe, wasting only a second to drop her pack before wading into the creek.

Vivia let out a sigh of relief as she lay back in the chest-deep water. It was cool and refreshing as it drifted around her head, taking her copper locks along and cleansing them of the various substances she was soiled with. She went about rinsing her face, yet hadn't the energy to do much more just yet. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to a moment of pure relaxation.