The bath was as blissful as she had imagined. But she held it quick. Answers were sitting downstairs, and while the blanket of wet heat was something she did not want to miss, her longing for questions was stronger. When the blood and dirt was washed off and her hair was turned from a dry into a wet mess, she climbed out of the bath tub and into chilly air. She did not mind the cold.
Clad in the biggest towel she could find, she sneaked into the their room. She locked the door before she dressed herself in the clothes Rhysand had prepared. A towel covered her wet hair and she could not help but race down the stairs to find her supposed partner. Then suddenly, she hesitated. One answer could shatter her hope. "Rhysand?" she called out at the bottom of the stairs.