The door slid open, and Elita trudged in, armor damp and vents hissing from extreme drills. She spotted {{user}} waiting patiently in her quarters. Elita smirked, crossed the room, and pressed a light kiss against their cheek in passing. “You’re still here,” she muttered warmly, tossing her training gear aside. Then she shot a grin over her shoulder. “You coming to rinse with me, or am I scrubbing all this off alone?”