Mors chuckled softly, his lips curving into a rare, relaxed smile.
"I used to have long hair before," he admitted, running the towel gently over her head. His touch was unexpectedly careful, his fingers deft as they worked through the strands.
"Long hair?" Athena repeated, a faint note of disbelief in her voice. "You? I can't imagine it."
He smirked, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "It was a long time ago. But I know what I'm doing, so sit still."
Athena obeyed, though her body remained tense, her instincts unwilling to let her guard down.
The soft rustling of the towel and the rhythmic movement of his hands created an oddly soothing atmosphere.
Despite herself, she found her shoulders relaxing slightly under his care.
"You're surprisingly domestic for someone who wields a sword like it's an extension of their body," she said, her tone teasing.
