There was no response or movement, but he knew she was there. When he began to attempt to rise and go to her, he felt her shift, and soon she came around the wooden divider. He sank back into the tub, water spilling over the sides as he watched her.
She stood there, leaning one hand against the wooden divider, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a way that made her look years younger than she was, innocent, with those large, glossy hazel eyes. Rohan's heart rate quickened at the sight of her coming to him first, after weeks of making no attempt to truly acknowledge him, after weeks of shutting him out of her world.
He didn't dare to move, afraid that if he did, she might vanish, that maybe he was only imagining her standing there.
