If we could wash off the polluted water on the fish man's body, maybe he would get better and he would no longer be sleepy.
"Damar, we have to wash him off," I said, reaching for the water pouch.
I don't know how long Robin would take so it was better to start small.
"And then, we need to find a way to stop whatever is falling from those cliffs. Is there a cure to this sleeping herb that's polluting the water?"
Damar looked at the cliffs, then back at me, his expression grim. "There is a cure." He said.
He picked up the merman—carefully this time since now he confirmed he wasn't trying to trap us—and we retreated into the shadow of the rocks just as Robin came running back with a large leaf folded into a bowl, dripping with clear, fresh spring water.
Ah, he was faster than I thought. Were sheep this fast? And I was just about to sacrifice my drinking water.
"I'm here,"
I handed the basket over to Damar and started to wash the slime away, my hands shaking.
