The steam rose up and filled the room, hazing its features to a silvery blur in the candlelight. It swirled around everything, rising the temperature as it rolled. He closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of the warm mist against his head and arms and the hot water that soaked the rest of his body.
It was starting to approach nightfall as Avarie finally decided hed had enough. He was half dressed and drying his hair when, outside the washroom, a knock sounded on his bedroom door.
Probably Aelorien, he thought.
He stepped out of the washroom wearing only his pants and with his wet hair pulling out of a loose black ponytail and Kendra, seated easily on the banister of his small balcony, turned slightly red and averted her eyes to the floor.