As Zara and I finally returned to our estate after the intense mission at the port, exhaustion weighed heavily upon us. The adrenaline rush had faded, leaving in its wake a bone-deep weariness. We needed rest, and perhaps more importantly, a hot shower to wash away the grime of the day's events.
Entering the grand foyer of our estate, I could feel the tension in my muscles slowly easing as the familiar surroundings enveloped me in a comforting embrace. The soft glow of the chandeliers overhead cast a warm light, illuminating the polished marble floors and intricate tapestries adorning the walls.
"Ah, finally home," Zara sighed, her voice heavy with relief. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a shower right about now."
I nodded in agreement, my own desire for a cleansing wash mirroring hers. "Definitely. Let's head up to our chambers and freshen up before anything else."
