{Elira}
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"Thank you," I mumbled, standing. My muscles protested the movement, reminding me just how exhausted I really was.
I walked to my wardrobe, fingers grazing over the neat clothes I'd arranged just over an hour ago.
My gaze settled on a simple pastel dress—one of the few Rennon had picked out, saying it suited my gentle coloring. I pulled it out carefully, along with my towel and toiletries.
As I turned toward the bathroom door, my hand already on the handle, it swung inward.
Tamryn stepped out, dressed in a fresh shirt and pleated shirt. Her eyes briefly met mine before sliding away, her expression cool as always.
She passed me without a word, her presence leaving a thin trail of cocoa-scented soap in the air.
The door clicked softly behind her, and I exhaled, stepping into the bathroom. My gaze swept over the space—the clean tiled walls, two white tubs gleaming under the light, three shower stands along the far wall.
