As Islinda entered the washroom, she couldn't shake the feeling that washing Aldric's hair wouldn't be as straightforward as she had imagined. The intimacy of the space, coupled with the sight of the spacious tub, sparked thoughts she knew she shouldn't entertain at that moment.
Aldric entered shortly after, his presence adding to the charged atmosphere. Islinda could feel his heated gaze on her, scrutinizing her every move, and it made her blush furiously. Islinda was conscious of her action having hurt him too much. She had to be careful dealing with him. Islinda was not exactly heartless.
