Kael wandered into the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and the soft rush of water greeting him as Tila stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, her wild black hair tied back, her black eyes focused on scrubbing plates with fierce intensity.
The tail plug swished faintly behind her, her t-shirt and shorts damp from splashes, clinging to her lean frame.
Lila stood beside her, drying and stacking, her curls bouncing, her black eyes soft, a quiet hum escaping her lips.
"How's it going in here?" Kael asked, his voice casual, his hazel eyes glinting with a playful edge as he leaned against the counter.
Lila smiled, her black eyes warm, her curls shifting. "Almost halfway done."
Kael stepped closer, his footsteps quiet on the tile. "Lila, I've got this. Go take a bath—relax a little."
She hesitated, her gaze drifting to Tila, a flicker of concern in her eyes.
But then she handed over the towel, her smile turning playful. "Alright. A nice, hot bath it is."
