Cecilia continued her work in silence for a while after his explanation, her hands steady as she dipped the sponge back into the warm water and resumed gently washing his shoulders and chest, her movements slower now, more careful, as though the knowledge of what he had endured had made her more aware of every mark on his body, every scar that told a story she had only just begun to understand. The steam rose softly around them, blurring the edges of the room, wrapping them in a quiet stillness that felt far removed from the harsh world outside.
Lucas watched her for a moment before speaking again, his tone calm but thoughtful. "How did you find me?" he asked. "Out there, I mean. You came straight to us."
Cecilia paused briefly, as if recalling it herself, then shook her head slightly. "I didn't know you were there at first," she said slowly. "I just… felt something."
Lucas's eyes narrowed slightly. "Felt?"
