Kan's eyes fluttered open as he gradually emerged from slumber. The warm embrace of sleep still clung to him, and he stretched lazily, feeling the tangle of sheets around him. But as his senses fully awakened, he realized something was different. The room seemed to carry an unusual air of activity, a subtle disturbance to his usual morning routine.
As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his gaze shifted towards the bathroom, where the soft glow of light hinted at an unexpected presence. Kan's brows furrowed in puzzlement. He stood up and approached the bathroom door cautiously, pushing it open to reveal a sight that caught him completely off guard.
His mother, Brenda, was already inside, her figure obscured by a cloud of steam. The scent of fragrant herbs filled the air, a telltale sign that she had prepared a bath. Kan's eyes widened in disbelief. This was a ritualistic gesture, an intimate practice of bonding that was deeply ingrained in elf culture as he was told.
