When Daniel returned to the room, the woman had already finished her bath. She was wearing a loose nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed with her long, wet black hair draped over her shoulders.
"Where did you go?" Amelia asked while towel drying her hair.
Daniel smiled with one hand behind his back, "Checking up on me?"
Amelia pursed her lips, "I just think that besides the child, everyone here is a woman. It's not appropriate for you to go out late at night."
He nodded and, like a magician, pulled a small hair dryer from behind his back, "I went to borrow this from the staff."
He then plugged it in at the head of the bed and began to dry her hair.
Amelia looked down, "It's summer, and not cold. It would have dried on its own if I had just wiped it. There's no need to bother others."
The man's slender fingers moved through her soft and silky hair, his voice sounding even deeper amidst the hum of the hairdryer, "Your situation is not ordinary now, so you can't be careless."
