Katelina retired to the bathroom as Jorick instructed. She huddled in the corner of the windowless room and listened as he made several trips up and down the stairs, dealing with the mess Alistair had left them. Finally, he opened the door, a heavy garbage bag in one hand, and announced that it was finished.
Her eyes moved to the bag. "What's that?"
"The bedding. We have more, and it isn't worth trying to save this. Why don't you go ahead and change?"
The bedroom smelled like a mixture of floral Lysol and some kind of cinnamon cleaner. Though the mattress was stripped and flipped over, she knew what was on the underside. "Maybe the garbage bag caught most of it." Though she didn't believe the optimistic thought, she clung to it, anyway.
When she went upstairs she found Jorick in the freshly sc……
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