"Don't move!" Gara shouted as the elf lifted one foot. "Let me clean that first!"
He rushed into the kitchen for a broom, leaving the two men glaring daggers at each other.
Neither said a word, but sparks of rivalry flickered between them, remarkable, considering they'd only known each other a few hours.
When Gara returned, Madha took the broom from his hand and swept up the mess.
"I'll do it. Your hands shouldn't get dirty," he said firmly, leaving no room for protest.
Gara sighed and sat on a wooden stool. Only then did he notice both men were barefoot.
It took just a few minutes for everything to be cleaned.
"Alright, wash your feet," Gara said, leading them to the kitchen.
Both men headed toward the bathroom while Gara fetched two pairs of wooden sandals.
They looked a little small. After all, Gara's feet were smaller than theirs.
As he brought the sandals over, he caught sight of both men frozen mid-step, locked in another intense stare.
