Medusa let the comforting warmth of the steamy bath surround her sore body as she sank into the joyful embrace. She had been submerged in the cold sea for three unrelenting days, evidence of her fragility in relation to the sea's immortal lords.
Medusa's human nature was both her strongest and her weakest, unlike her indelible sisters Stheno and Euryale, whose serpentine skin could protect them from the severity of the seawater.
A mirthless chuckle escaped her lips as she contemplated this irony. "It's amazing that the very part of me that remains human is the one that weakens me. All it took was three days of saltwater exposure to remind me of my fragility." Medusa paused, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Perhaps I should be grateful that I don't have silky hair to tangle with the waves."
A gentle knock interrupted her reverie. "Who is it?" Medusa called, her voice echoing softly in the steamy room.
