A Contest of Smell

After a long day of fighting the two warriors were eager to relax for a change, stripping off their cumbersome armor and collapsing into the sweet embrace of their couch. Cordelia lazily propped her socked feet onto the table, a quiet squelching emitting from them as she rested her aching feet and stretched her long-trapped toes. While still relaxing she was honestly dying to peel off her swamp-like socks and let her feet actually breathe, but out of concern for not flooring her companion with a stench built up from over a month of constant entrapment she continued to stew in them. Her friend Lucina however appeared to have no such ambitions, peeling off and flinging away her own socks before propping her sweaty feet right next to Cordelia without a care. While Lucina's feet hadn't been imprisoned nearly as long as her friends, the odor from them still rolled off in waves as well as practical rivers of sweat that dripped onto the table. The cocktail of both their feet nearly made Cordelia gag in disgust, while a nonplussed Lucina shot her friend a strange look. The nauseous redhead tried to keep her calm while she chastised her barefoot friend, but was sarcastically shutdown. Annoyed but not wanting to storm off or escalate the argument Cordelia reluctantly relented, opting to suffer in silence for the sake of her friendship. The next hour of what should have just been casual small talk with her good comrade ended up being torture, the hotboxed room of rank foot odor acting as a cruel prison. What was arguably worse though was Cordelia's own feet were still drowning in sweat inside her clinging socks, but her fear of hypocrisy stopped her from freeing them no matter how wrinkled and gross they grew. When Lucina finally stood up to leave Cordelia let out a sigh of relief once she was out of earshot, before happily leaning over to finally air out her suffering tootsies. But just as her hand reached her foot one of her fellow knights entered the room, informing her they were deploying immediately to a recent emergency. The deflated knight donned her armor once more and joined her comrades in battle once more, though she couldn't help but think as she rode above the clouds whether or not her feet would have grown mold by the time she finally got to bathe them...