Warm light gathers in the washroom’s stone basin, and the water around Kael settles into a soft, luminous hush. Steam curls up the polished walls while the ship’s deep magic hums through the floor.
The door creaks open. Sophie steps in, shoulders tight with the strain of the helm, then pauses at the glow as if it welcomes her by name.
Sophie
The helm still sings behind my eyes.
She slips toward the magical shower, letting the warm light wash over her hands before she reaches for the falling water.
Outside the door, a faint scrape of floorboards betrays Miles lingering in the corridor, then the narrow keyhole catches one bright, curious eye.
Miles
Just a peek.
The washroom stays peaceful, steam beading on stone, the ship’s glow steady and kind. Sophie closes her eyes under the shower, and the room seems to breathe with her.
Protect the crew’s privacy in the washroom