"I, uh," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I have two towels here for you. I heated up one in the dryer, and the other one is just room temperature. You know. If you want them."
"Of course," he said, opening the door with his eyes closed and setting the towels by the bathtub. "I'll be back."
The door opened again slightly a few moments later, and Rowan's hand came in, draping a pajama set over the doorknob.
"Give me a second to change," she replied, taking the clothes and drying her hair a bit to put them on.
The bed had been made neatly, with her side of the blankets pulled back, the pillows set up for her. The window was open and cool air flowed in.
He came in a few minutes later with a small tray. There was a large mug of sweet-smelling tea and a huge glass of icy water. There was a plate of sourdough toast and he kissed her head. "Do you want soup?"
