Division of Roles

On this refreshing morning, I stirred the wood stove with a twig.

The firewood that had been blazing last night had all turned into pitch-black charcoal.

I picked out a few pieces of charcoal that were still in decent shape,

Crunch.

and ground them with a stone until they were crushed into tiny bits.

I put the charcoal that had become black powder into a bamboo tube and headed for the water source.

If you're up, of course you should wash up.

I washed my face with cold water and roughly tidied my disheveled hair.

Finally, I coated my finger with the charcoal powder I'd stored in the bamboo tube.

Yerin, who had been watching, asked...