We've been through so much
After a long and exhausting day, Lise and I had retreated to the privacy of our room, the door closing behind us with a soft click.
The tension from the battles and close calls that had defined the day had not entirely left me; instead, it simmered beneath the surface, lingering in my body like a coiled spring.
The room felt like an escape, bathed in the warm, low glow of enchanted lamps, their soft light casting shadows that flickered across the walls, reflecting the restless energy between us. The scent of lavender filled the air, calming yet charged with a thick, unspoken electricity.
Lise sat at the edge of the bed, her back to me, silently working at her boots. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each action required thought perhaps it did.
There was a palpable tension in the silence between us, though it wasn't the kind that begged to be filled with words.