When she started to move out of the room, Ashok had opened his eye to watch how the dressing gown flowed over her. He was not so blinded by his gloomy disposition to not notice the level of beauty the other guardian held, but it was better for them to not try and act like they were some kind of friends or deeply in love. They had only been paired because the Gods decided to play a vicious trick on him. She had, at least, been born as a Guardian and had the training needed for more than a decade.
Ashok fell back to sleep with the repetition of his thoughts on how he would honour his family but he did not need to enjoy it.
Grumbling, he rolled over to face her. His eyes still closed. "You didn't need to get me breakfast." There was a moment of softness to his otherwise normally gruff tone. Ashok knew as his wife she had certain expectations on her from her family and his, but he could have ordered his own room service.
Finally sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the blanket fell down around his waist. A small mark of carnelian stained his otherwise bare chest and normal skin, as a comment of his inexperience with his new powers. Since the pain of coming into them, he had been unable to get rid of it.