Down the stairs again, to the second floor, his room, then the adjoining bathroom. Clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. The shower door slid open with a familiar rattle, and then hot water cascaded over tired muscles. A groan escaped as tension began to unknot, the heat seeping into skin still humming.
Steam filled the space, fogging the glass door and mirror in equal measure.
As the water ran down his back, a sharp sting flared across his shoulder blades. The scratches made themselves known in the heat, thin lines of fire that he hadn't felt in the moment but now announced themselves with vivid clarity. He reached back, fingers tracing the raised ridges of skin. There were more than he'd realized.
Still, he dismissed the injuries almost as quickly as he'd noticed them. With a Mythic Ability enhancing his recovery, they were hardly something worth worrying about.
