Ilyrana stepped out from behind the wooden partition, her damp hair cascading softly down her back. She glanced over at the bed and saw Luke lying still, his eyes closed, breathing steady. It looked like he was already asleep, and she didn't want to disturb him. She moved silently, her footsteps barely audible as she made her way to the other side of the bed.
Without a word, she slipped beneath the covers, careful not to make too much noise. She adjusted, facing away from Luke, and let out a quiet, contented sigh. The evening bath had done its job, washing away the fatigue from the day, and despite her earlier nap, she quickly found herself drifting off to sleep. Within moments, her breathing deepened, the steady rhythm of someone who had found peace in the quiet of the night.
