It was always sweet, these moments. The room was quiet, drapes of silk and cotton strewn around lazily, creating the scene of luxury, and comfort— a faux sight among the confines the brewing war, but a sight nonetheless.

You were laid on the maroon couch, just barely clothed, skin shown without the shame or embarrassment that so often came with nudity. Lest was kneeled on the floor, her knees comfortably on a plush pillow as she guided the shimmer-coated paint brush across your skin, soothing the broken spirits beneath the surface, as temporary as it was.