After dinner, Mila clung to me, chatting away. Sticky with perspiration and the lingering scent of alcohol, I finally couldn't bear it any longer, and Mila reluctantly let me go to bathe.
I lay in the bathtub, surrounded by rising steam and the fragrance of roses. It had been ages since I'd enjoyed such a comfortable bath. The warm water seemed to wash away all my fatigue and stress.
Afterward, I lay in bed, savoring the long-forgotten softness. In these familiar surroundings, I quickly drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Mila tiptoed in and tucked me in, whispering, "Sleep well, Sister."
Accustomed to waking early from my time on the battlefield, I opened my eyes as sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, painting a golden line across the floor. This was my f
