The soft murmur of water being poured into the stone tub echoed through the room , blending with the gentle crackling of the fire in the hearth. The scent of herbs—lavender, sage, and something unfamiliar but calming—wafted through the air. Elias sat in the middle of the tub, the warm water lapping at his body, the steam rising in delicate wisps around him.
Across the room, Lilian worked diligently, her back turned to him as she prepared the final touches for his therapy bath. Her long hair was pulled into a neat braid, and her uniform—a modest but fitted dress—clung to her shapely figure. Despite the formality of her attire, it did little to hide her ample curves. Her movements were deliberate, though a bit stiff, as if she were trying to distract herself from the fact that Elias was already in the bath, completely naked.