Standing in front of the mirror, water droplets still clung to his dark hair as Brandon rubbed it dry with a towel.
He is now wearing a simple black t-shirt and black shorts.
The fabric absorbed the dampness from his skin, and as he adjusted the hem of his shirt, he exhaled, trying to calm the remnants of what happened today.
He shook his head slightly, as if to dismiss the heaviness of his thoughts.
Taking one last glance at himself, he turned and padded quietly down the hallway toward Eira's room.
Brandon pushed the door open gently.
Inside, Eira was lying on the bed with one arm draped loosely over her side.
Beside her, Yverine and Dhayun sat up and their eyes fluttered open as the door clicked softly behind him.
Looking at him, both of them smiled softly and their eyes were still heavy with sleep but lit by affection.
Brandon's heart warmed at the sight and the tension he had been carrying began to melt away.
