Rowan wrapped a towel around his wife, then gently guided her toward the door. If she didn't leave now, he worried he might pull her back for another round.
"Careful… don't fall," Rowan said with a soft laugh, keeping an arm ready just in case.
Lyra walked slowly, her fingers brushing the wall for support. Her legs barely had any strength left.
He grabbed another towel and wiped himself off in a rush before hurrying to her side, gently guiding her down to sit.
Then he went to her bag, searching through her clothes for something that would keep her comfortable for their next activity.
"You need something suitable for the ride," Rowan said, as he checked each piece one by one.
"Ride?" Lyra blinked, unsure. She had never been on a motorcycle before.
Nerves fluttering in her chest as she tried not to ruin the surprise.
She watched quietly as he pulled out each piece of clothing, trying to decide which one she felt comfortable wearing.
