The warm embrace from behind dissipated, and her unfettered form regained its liberty. Teresa inhaled deeply.
She set aside her task and pivoted to regard Limon.
Her limpid eyes beheld Limon with a tender, smiling gaze.
Contemplating Teresa, who stood before him, Limon remained mute and drew Teresa into the tent.
In comparison to his previous departure, the tent now housed additional accoutrements, the most conspicuous of which was a capacious bathtub.
It seemed that Teresa had ultimately succumbed. This woman, to some extent, harbored a penchant for cleanliness.
In addition to the bathtub, there was an iron stove, reminiscent of a bonfire in its simplicity.
Being ushered into the tent by Limon induced a modicum of shyness in Teresa.
"My lord, you must be fatigued. I shall heat some water for you to enjoy a refreshing bath."
