Nazneen had bathed and pampered herself with scents and oils, brushed her hair until it was like waves of silk, lined her amber eyes, and adorned herself with golden jewelry and a rich green silky garment with a matching top. She made it less revealing, unsure why. No, she did no why. It was on an instinctual level, as if reclaiming her body after giving it away, retrieving some privacy so she could open the doors again when she wanted to.
She didn't see Ares around, so she thought he was probably still asleep. Humans needed more sleep, and he was not only tired but hurt too.
Nazneen asked her maids to prepare a bath in the room next by. Again, she found herself looking for clothes for him and bandages in case his wounds hadn't healed yet. How odd that she found this side of her that she never thought existed; tending to someone. But she had no complaints. She liked it.
