“Raellyn?” Arnav’s voice, laced with concern, echoed softly as he stepped into the bathroom. Without hesitation, he crouched down beside her, his movements swift yet gentle. In one hand, he carried a glass of warm water, which he quietly set down on the tiled floor before reaching out to her.
His palm began to rhythmically pat her back, not too forcefully, just enough to offer comfort, and perhaps to help her body release what still lingered inside. He said nothing at first, allowing the silence to cradle her while her body surrendered to its exhaustion. And then finally it stopped.
Raellyn slumped forward, her forehead damp with sweat, her limbs weak and drained. A deep breath fell from her lips, the kind that comes only after the storm passes. Her entire body felt like jelly, but at le
