Someone interrupts

"Wait," you hear Haruka say, turning back.

You stop moving for a second, looking around for a second. Yet you are unable to see anything, so you stop, waiting for whatever is coming to pass by. Then you will enact your plan.

"Ello, pita," you hear from behind you, the voice is giggling.

"Oh, uh hi?" You respond.

"Shh, du are kamin com muje," you hear, clearly it is one of the two sisters, Mira or Mara. From the behavior you guess Mara.

You feel your part of your bindings being removed, as your arms slide up off the stake, the one holding your body in place. For the first time, in a while, you feel yourself being pulled up onto your feet; your knees aching at having been kept in a kneeling pattern for so long. You stand uneasily at first, your legs refusing to bend back to their former extent. Your arms, however, are still bound behind you, limiting your options. I could run, but I don't know where I am, and I would have to leave Haruka behind. You decide against it.

"Kamin pita," you feel a soft hand press onto your back, pushing you forward.

"OK," you tell her, moving forward shakily.

"Dum pita," you hear her laugh.

You quickly begin to get the hang of walking again as you are escorted into the same structure that they had entered before. Inside you notice that the structure is an A-frame, with the roof reaching the sides of the floor. Possessing no walls, it would be open on the two ends; however, there is a large red ornate curtain covering most of the back of the structure. The middle dips down into the ground where a now dwindling fire sits, with various baskets, pots, spears, tools, bows, food, clothing, etc., scattered around on the raised platform surrounding the coals.

"Sid here," Mara says.

Directing you to sit on the platform surrounding the hearth, it creates a natural seat for you; so following her command, you sit, waiting for whatever comes next.

Kneeling before you on the dry tamped ground around the hearth, you watch as she gets a clay vessel sitting nearby and dips a cloth in it. Washing her feet, then wringing the fabric out. She then soaks the textile again, and does the same to you; wiping the mud off of you. Then the pattern repeats as she washes your entire leg; kneeling in the dirt, leaving you practically filthy. Why is she washing me? What does she want? If it were anyone else in this village you would be more concerned, yet Mara is the only person here that seemed to take care of you here; so you let her continue, without much resistance. Once finished with your lower legs, she moves higher. First, by removing the rudimentary clothing covering your genitals, then dipping the cloth again, she wipes around it.

She then moves her hand upward. At first, you are confused, but then stand up. She pushes you forward, removes your bandages, and then gets to bathing your backside and back. Before finishing with your chest and face. Thoroughly washed, she gently grabs your arms and begins leading you towards the cloth curtain. Now you notice that the pattern of the outside is of small green V's running down then up the fabric. She pulls aside the thick layers of fabric as she reveals...