After eating, Hanae felt the familiar sensations of needing to attend to her bodily functions. She tugged gently on the cuff, got Jonathon’s attention, and using sign language, indicated her need.
Jonathon helped her to her feet, took her out behind his tents. He led behind a row of bushes, and she saw the latrine, basically, a hole dug in the ground. He pointed to that and led Hanae over. He turned his back to allow her a modicum of privacy, standing on the other side of the bushes. With the cords still keeping their cuffs attached, she would not be escaping that way.
He handed her a package of something she had never seen before. It was small squares of paper, soft, and she realized that this was to be used for cleaning afterward. This was a revelation, before, she had always used whatever was handy, usually leaves or grass, to wipe herself after. The white men had some very interesting things with them.
She took the familiar position, and let out soft sounds of relief as she voided her bladder and bowels. The paper was much softer than grass and leaves, and they were discarded down into the pit.