Damon floated silently on the water, letting the current ease the weight from his limbs. He'd already scrubbed his body clean, letting the filth of the road drift away downstream. But the blood clotted in his hair—dried, hardened, and stubborn—refused to wash out so easily.
He sighed, reaching for a comb he'd gotten as an item drop. Tugging at the matted strands, he winced.
It was no use. His shoulder-length hair just wouldn't return to normal.
"Do I have to cut it off?" he muttered to himself, the thought heavy.
He let himself soak deeper into the river, hoping the water would soften the strands enough. Xander had already left; it was just him now. Taking his sweet time, as always.
Then he felt the ripple.
A soft plop in the water.
He didn't even turn.
"Sylvia, stop sneaking around. I can see you."
He wasn't looking in her direction, but he didn't need to. Shadow perception was active all around him. After leaving Lysithara, he no longer bothered restraining his senses.
