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A huff escapes Rhy's lips as he works. Having been sparring with Cassian and Azriel, he'd managed to get his wings dirty. Needing to clean them, he decided to take a bath.
The water sloshes in the tub, unsteady as Rhys shifts. His eyebrows are drawn, a concentrated look on his face as he tries to wash the backs of his wings.