The steam from the water still rose in gentle swirls around the tub, and the silence in the suite was broken only by the slow and steady sound of bubbles bursting on the surface.
Roxanne was passed out... not from weakness, but from deep exhaustion after such happy moments that she was surely dreaming now. Her body completely surrendered, enveloped by the heat of the whirlpool, her head resting lightly on Vergil's bare chest. Her face was serene, her lips half-open, her eyelids closed as if she had finally found rest after days of battle... internal and external.
She looked like an angel sent from heaven to him... and of course, he would prolong this as long as he could. Vergil didn't move. He didn't move, he just kept breathing normally so she could continue to feel his heart beating while she slept peacefully.
