It was a while, because Nuriel was a massive dragon, but finally--between the group of them--the job got done and Nuriel was cleaned, rinsed, and shinier than ever. And his breath was about ten times fresher, too.
Gabriel was relieved when it was over, and equally relieved when he could call it done and send everyone back to their dorms to put on some freakin' clothes.
The whole thing had been awkward and uncomfortable and he'd seen more of his sister than he'd wanted to, thanks. And the way she and Bart had been acting...
Yeah. It had to just be his imagination.
[end thread! <3]