[ Out of everything Zephyr could've expected upon stepping through the door he can safely say that this wasn't one of them. While it wasn't too uncommon to find Dohalim in various states of undress due to his own comfort or even the local dress, this was something different.
As he bends down to pick up a discarded top, he hears a pair of familiar footpads across the stone floor that makes up the bathroom. Then, the door creaking open and the Dahnan stands upright with a second piece of clothing draped over his arm, and that's about the time he notices everything else. The candles, the scent of rosewater that grows stronger the closer he gets to the bed (and bathroom), the — he squints — flower petals scattered across the sheets, and then a closer look at Dohalim himself...
Ah.
This wasn't just another Self Care thing. ]
Doha...lim...
[ He's done a pretty damn good job at rendering him speechless already— ]
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As he bends down to pick up a discarded top, he hears a pair of familiar footpads across the stone floor that makes up the bathroom. Then, the door creaking open and the Dahnan stands upright with a second piece of clothing draped over his arm, and that's about the time he notices everything else. The candles, the scent of rosewater that grows stronger the closer he gets to the bed (and bathroom), the — he squints — flower petals scattered across the sheets, and then a closer look at Dohalim himself...
Ah.
This wasn't just another Self Care thing. ]
Doha...lim...
[ He's done a pretty damn good job at rendering him speechless already— ]