Strax crossed the gates of the main mansion with his usual ease, as if he were simply returning from some ordinary task—and, to any outside observer, that's probably exactly what it looked like. His posture was relaxed, his steps firm but unhurried, while the slight creaking of the doors closing behind him marked his definitive return to the heart of Asgard. The air inside was different from the hot springs—colder, more structured, laden with organization and purpose—and yet, there was a subtle contrast in the way he moved now, as if something had been… relieved.
As soon as he crossed the main corridor, he slowly raised his arms above his head and stretched, the movement gently pulling the muscles of his shoulders and back, accompanied by a small sigh that escaped without any attempt at restraint.
