"Do not provoke me tonight, Neriah. Leave me be." He warned for the last time as he shoved her to the side albeit with much gentleness. And before she could run after him, he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She heard the bolts being put in place.
"He is really angry, yet he still treats me so gently." She muttered to herself and buried her face inside her palm.
Neriah had no idea how long he spent inside that bathroom, but when he finally came out, he was freshly bathed and in a robe. He was not too wet, but he was also not completely dry. Tiny droplets of water clung to the strings of his hair, dripping down his neck and trailing a line down into the open V at his chest as he cleaned his head with a cloth.
He tossed the cloth unto the head of a chair and with his hair still slightly wet, he made his way toward the bed, completely ignoring Neriah who still sat in the chair near the hearth.
