Kui washed and dried his hand before walking back over to Aok. The man was still standing in the same place, completely frozen, staring down at the white sap coating his hands.
"What are you doing there, standing like an idiot? Come on, wash your hands. That stuff is poison!"
Before Aok could even respond, Kui grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the water vat. He scooped up water and poured it over Aok's hands, carefully rubbing away every trace of the sticky white sap. He made sure to wash between Aok's fingers and beneath his nails before rinsing his hands several more times.
"Thank God we didn't eat that," he muttered under his breath. "Who knows what would have happened if we had?"
Aok went quiet.
He lowered his gaze to his now-clean hands, and a small pout slowly appeared on his lips. He had been the one who found the mushroom. He had been so proud of himself when he brought it back, thinking he had finally found something useful for their dinner.
If Kui had eaten it…
