Reya’s POV
The next day passed in quiet routine. I saw my patients, cleaned my instruments, and restocked the shelves at the infirmary. it was late when I finally made it back to my cabin.
The air was cool, the kind of crisp night that carried the smell of pine and damp earth. I locked the door out of habit, set my satchel on the small table, and went straight for the bathroom. My shoulders ached from bending over patients all day, and all I wanted was the comfort of warm water.
I bathed slowly, letting the steam curl around me. The heat loosened my muscles and made me sigh in relief. When I was done, I stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. My hair dripped down my back, and tiny droplets slid down my legs to the wooden floor.
That was when I felt it.
It wasn’t a sound exactly—more
