The room settled into a comfortable quietude, with only the subdued sounds of water and clinking dishes punctuating the air. Kan, sleeves rolled up, stood at the sink, methodically washing each plate and utensil. He took care in each motion, finding a simple solace in the task.
Perched on the counter, Ellie watched him with a soft smile. Her normally vibrant energy had been momentarily replaced by a quiet grace, a testament to the trials they'd faced that day. When she had made a subtle move to help, Kan had gently but firmly insisted she remain where she was. He could see the signs of exhaustion lingering in her eyes, and he was determined to make sure she got the rest she needed.
"You know," Ellie's voice broke the steady rhythm of the washing, "if I didn't know better, I'd say you're doing all of this to win my heart."
