Penny sat down on the floor with her hands feeling the carpet under her hand and her wet hair being rubbed and towed dry by Damien. He sat behind her on the bed and she sat right in front of the fireplace to feel the warm air that wafted towards them. She had her eyes closed as she enjoyed him tending to her. Once he was done rubbing her hair with the towel, he let his fingers brush through the front of her scalp gently.
Life had turned much quieter than before, thought Penny to herself. Her mother had no appeared again after they met her in the land of Wovile during the time of the massacre.
Finally, she could relax her back and have time with Damien just like they used to when he had brought her here from the black market. She leaned her head back, letting it fall behind and Damien didn't lose the opportunity of kissing on her forehead. She smiled looking up at him before bringing her head back and getting up so that she could sit with him on the bed.
