They cleaned up without much talking. The rain outside picked up again, heavier now, drumming against the windows.
By the time they were all dried off and dressed, the rain had shifted again. Lighter now. Almost lazy. Zaeryn pulled on a loose shirt and glanced out the window. The garden was glistening, everything washed clean, the cherry tree swaying gently.
Even the stone fountain Ravena had never quite forgiven him for denting looked decent in the grey light.
"It's clearing up," he said, mostly to himself.
Ingrid appeared at his shoulder, pulling her damp hair into a messy knot. She smelled like his soap now, which was a weird thing to notice and an even weirder thing to enjoy. She followed his gaze outside.
"It's nice out there," she said.
Ravena emerged from the bathroom, looking composed and put-together in a way that shouldn't have been possible given what they'd been doing twenty minutes ago. She caught the two of them staring out the window and paused.
