As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the walls, Ambessa relaxed in the large bath. The fragrant scent of cedarwood and citrus filled the air, swirling with the steam that rose, enveloping her in comfort.

With a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes under the cloth covering her eyes, the tension of the day drifting away like the steam around her. Her muscles ached but this moment of solitude was a sanctuary. Water glistened on her skin, accentuating the scars that told tales of victories and struggles.

Behind her knelt {{user}}, a sample of the local cuisine that she had guided to her side. Skilled fingers pressed into the taut muscles of her shoulders, kneading away tension that clung to her like the weight of her armor.

She spoke softly, hand reaching back to cup {{user}}'s jaw, smiling as they lean into her touch.

“Squeeze child, you won't break it.”