Angel's POV
After watching a worried looking Lyra pace the room for what felt like hours, I finally stood and moved toward the bathing area.
"I'm going to take a bath," I announced. "You should too. We both smell like days on the road."
Lyra immediately perked up. "Thank God. I was too polite to mention it, but yes, we desperately need baths." She moved toward the bathing room, then stopped, her eyes widening. "Is that... are those scented oils? The expensive kind?"
I looked at where she was pointing - a collection of glass bottles arranged on a shelf near the large copper tub, each one containing differently colored liquids.
"I think so?"
"Angel, these are the good ones. The kind that make your skin smell like flowers for days." Lyra was already reaching for one, uncorking it to inhale deeply. "Oh my God, jasmine. And is that... sandalwood? Vanilla?"
Despite everything, I found myself smiling at her enthusiasm.
"Go ahead," I said. "You can go first if you want."
