The next morning.

Rebecca came out of her room fast and reached the dorms just to check on Benyamin. She found him brushing his teeth with his finger. And he was using salt.

“Don’t you have a brush and toothpaste?” Rebecca quickly asked. “You should have asked me then.”

“No, I’m fine with this,” Benyamin replied. “The smell of the chemicals in the toothpaste just makes me feel nauseous, so I’m fine with just this sea salt.”

“But… will salt be enough?”

“It’s enough,” Benyamin gave a thumbs-up. “