Third person's POV
Liora had barely dropped her bag before exhaustion washed over her in a slow, heavy wave. Her shoulders ached, her eyes stung, and her mind still wandered restlessly through the hospital hallways even though she had left an hour ago. The apartment lights were dim and soft, a stark contrast to the clinical brightness she had grown used to over the past few days. She paused by the sofa, staring at the paper bag Raya had pushed into her hands earlier.
She sighed. Right. Those things. With a resigned breath, Liora pulled open the bag and emptied its contents onto the couch. A splash of soft blush pink, cream, and wine-red spilled out, delicate lace lingerie barely held together by thin straps, two micro-dresses short enough to qualify as shirts, and a silk nightgown
