Swamped

But nothing you think of really settles things in your mind. So you suppose you'll help the nurse. Though using it as an excuse to talk to the wizard again wouldn't hurt.

You finish cleaning your armor, and get it back on. Feels good now, honestly. You haven't been able to change it in some time - not since you got to the desert, and you had a lengthy day before that.

Wait, dammit. The desert! You haven't been dragging sand through town, have you? The last thing you need is to cause an outbreak of desert fever years in the past.

No, hold on. All this time travel must be throwing you off. You got a good soaking in that crate when you got transported to the airship. Not as clean or refreshing as this, but it would have been enough to wash the sand away. Probably.

Just for your peace of mind, you take a quick look around the shower and the stall where you had it lying around. No sign of any sand - or toxic metal, for that matter - amidst the various mess that's fallen off. If you had enough to infect someone, surely there would be some trace of it.

Although, as you look, you realize that there's something else amidst the grime that you weren't really expecting.