The locker's door swung open noiselessly, but the scent that billowed out was anything but subtle. It was a heady mix of sweat and manly cologne that greeted Elara's nose like a welcome assault, as she cracked open Rydar's locker. She wrinkled her nose slightly, not because she was put off by the smell but how strongly the scent came at her.
Elara dutifully packed Rydar's gym and training wears into the laundry basket, then moved to another locker to retrieve a few towels, neatly folding and placing them on top of his clothes.
Jerry strode into the locker room and swept his eyes around. "You're getting the laundry?" he asked expectantly.
Elara nodded as she folded another piece of cloth into the basket.
"Yes, I thought I'd replace these with the clean ones and have these washed," she r
