'Why did I even touch her like that without the courting first! Idiot Chilve, you horny bastard, you should just die a virgin.'
Ignoring the looks of the guards patrolling around his residence that are on night shift, Chilve quickly walks towards one destination that is on his mind right now. Once he sees the familiar sliding door, he pushes it open and enters the bathroom. Without any further hesitation he grabs a bucket, fills it up with the water from the tub that is not heated right now, and dumps the water right on top of his head.
Deciding it's not enough for him considering he still feels like Lune's smell is still all over him, he gets into the bathtub after stripping himself, ignoring the biting cold of the water, and shivers a little before submerging himself fully. When he is finally out of breath, he reemerges to the surface for some air and leans at the walls of the tub, hoping the cold will numb him just enough.
