When they were ready to leave the bonfire, Zarek rose first and reached for Eliora's hand, pulling her up gently from the bench.
As they began walking back toward the tents, his hand didn't leave hers. A few steps later, his hand slid from her hand to her waist, steering her through the crowd.
As they got closer to their tents, the music and chatter from the bonfire faded behind them.
Freya and Stefan were already back by their own tent when they arrived.
The couple looked up and smiled.
"Welcome back," Freya said.
Eliora smiled politely. "Thank you."
Freya's gaze softened as she looked between the two women.
"If you ladies would like to bathe," she said, pointing past the tents, "the bathhouse is just down that path. It's a shared lodge, with separate sections."
Eliora's eyes lit up instantly.
"Thank you," she said, almost too eagerly. "I really appreciate it."
She truly needed that bath after the long ride and the day she'd had.
