Water still trickled slowly through Strax's hair as he finished buttoning his shirt. The steam from the shower filled the room with a clean, almost calming scent, a stark contrast to the state of the environment behind him.
He took a deep breath.
Getting dressed after all that had required more effort than he cared to admit.
When he turned around, the scene was… revealing.
On the bed, Kali and Monica lay sprawled on opposite sides, slumped without any concern for posture or dignity. Sheets were disheveled, pillows out of place, the entire room carrying the weight of an exhaustion that came not only from the body, but from the soul.
