She slipped out of bed, her bare feet cool against the polished floor, and made her way to the restroom at the far end of the room. A few minutes later, she reappeared, her face freshly washed, her lips glistening faintly, the faint scent of mint lingering after she had brushed her teeth.
"I'll be done before you know it, so get ready first," Evania murmured, pecking his lips. She lingered, cupping his face for a few seconds as though reluctant to let go, then turned and walked toward the exit.
While she prepared breakfast downstairs, Varek took his time in the washroom. By the time she returned, balancing a tray with slices of toasted bread and steaming tea, he was tugging buttons closed on his crisp white shirt.
"Let me help you with that," she offered, setting the tray at the foot of the bed before gliding toward him with quiet grace.
