Draven:
Steam curled lazily through the bathroom, filling the air with a faint scent of lavender and sandalwood. I dipped my hand into the water once more, testing the temperature with care. Warm, but not hot... exactly how she liked it.
Even though the summer air hung heavy and warm outside, I still prepared a warm bath for her every evening after training. Her muscles needed it. Her body needed it. She never complained about the soreness, but I felt it through our bond every single time... the tightness in her shoulders, the ache in her thighs, the sharp wince she tried to hide when she lifted her arms too quickly.
It wasn't weakness. It was proof of how hard she was pushing herself.
