Rosalind appeared in the doorway, her hair still damp from the sea as she ran her hands through it. "Is the water ready?" she asked.
Rowan glanced up from the kettle. "Almost," he replied.
She smiled, her cheeks warming at the sight before her. "I didn't realize marriage came with such excellent service," she said lightly.
"This establishment receives terrible reviews," he informed her. "The staff is overworked."
That made Rosalind chuckle softly, and then she sighed as she dusted sand from her body. "I didn't think the sand would be this much… it's everywhere," she complained.
Earlier, they had agreed to take their bath first before preparing dinner, because after all their playing at the beach they were both exhausted and wanted something simple, although Rosalind did not want sand and salt mixing into their food. After a moment, Rowan said, "It's ready," and he carried the water himself.
Rosalind followed him immediately. "Well, thank you," she said softly from behind him.
