Saffron PoV
After some more training with Hector, I returned to my room and showered, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and fatigue from our sparring session. The steam filled the small bathroom, creating a comforting cocoon that allowed my mind to wander freely.
As I lathered soap across my chest, thoughts of Rose consumed me. She was back home, far away from here. I missed her—her laughter, her warmth.
I sighed as I rinsed the soap off, the cold water cascading down my warm skin, but it did nothing to wash away my worries. Lately, I had been reflecting on our conversations. She had expressed her concerns about my duties and the risks I faced, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had let her down by not taking care of myself. I hated seeing her worry.
