Asura spent a long time soaking in the bath. He enjoyed the subtle mixture of fragrances and the beautiful walls surrounding him with portraits of his goddess and god. Because of such a different atmosphere, it felt like a holiday for the group.
"It's a rare treat to have us all in the bathroom with you, darling. Are you feeling weary?" Xavida's gentle hands caressed Asura's chest, now covered in soapy suds and fruity bubbles, as she lovingly cleaned the dirt and blood from his wounds, her voice filled with affection.
"I am a little tired, plus being here with you all makes me feel so happy." Asura's deep voice sounded tired with a slow, drawn-out tone. He stroked the cheek of Xavida while running his fingers through her silky hair with the strange honey and almond shampoo that Verana handed to him. "What about you? Are you alright, Xavida?"
