Warmed marble floors hummed underfoot, veined with gold and streaks of glowing silver like moonlight frozen in stone. A crystalline tub the size of a small pool sat at the center, steam rising gently from enchanted waters that shimmered with soft iridescence. Light cascaded from light above made of floating stones, casting soft warmth in golden waves.
The bathroom was warm with soft steam curling through the air, a contrast to the chaos they'd just come from. Pyris helped her in gently, his hands careful not to linger too long on any bruised spot. Alexa winced slightly but leaned into him anyway, her body aching yet grateful to be alive—to be with him.
They didn't say much at first. The silence between them wasn't awkward. It was intimate. Comfortable. Like a language only the two of them knew.
