The bath was hot steaming, actually and Elysia sank into it with a long, grateful groan.
Malvoria knelt behind her, hands working the ties of her training suit with gentle precision.
"Let this soak off," she said quietly. "We'll deal with the soot later."
Elysia hummed in agreement, eyes already drifting shut.
Malvoria gently peeled away the combination suit, fingers brushing over the faint stretch marks that still lingered across her hips and abdomen.
"Beautiful," Malvoria murmured.
Elysia's eyes flickered open. "Don't you dare make this awkward."
"I'm stating facts," Malvoria said simply, dropping the soiled fabric into the nearby laundry bin. "Your body carried our child. It's magnificent."
"Two months postpartum and still obsessed with the stretch marks," Elysia muttered, but her tone lacked any real annoyance.
