Elion didn't struggle on the way back to the dorms.
If anything, with every few steps he took, he could feel his body recovering, muscles knitting themselves back together, his breath steadying, and his stamina slowly returning.
Must be thanks to my physique, he thought, rolling his shoulders as the lingering fatigue faded.
By the time he reached his room, the ache in his legs had dulled to something distant and manageable.
He showered quickly, steam rising around him as the last of the training grime washed away.
The heat soothed what little soreness remained, clearing his head as much as his body.
When he stepped out and dried off, he felt almost entirely refreshed, only a muted reminder of Selene's torture class clinging to his muscles.
He eased into his night clothes, comfortable and clean.
A subtle bottle of cologne caught his eye in the cupboard.
He paused… then applied a small amount to his neck. Just enough to be noticeable up close.
