The faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the hotel suite as Irina stepped out of the bathroom, her fiery hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. She wore a soft white robe, loosely tied around her waist, the faint heat of her skin still lingering from the shower.
Her amber eyes swept the room, landing on Astron seated in the plush armchair near the small tea table. He had also showered, his damp hair tousled, and wore simple black pajamas that added to his relaxed yet composed demeanor.
On the table beside him sat a teapot and two cups, one of which emitted faint wisps of steam. Irina's lips curved into a small smile as she approached, her steps light on the carpeted floor. 'He made tea,' she thought, a flicker of warmth settling in her chest. It was a simple gesture, but after the day they'd had, it felt comforting.