[She stares at the closed door as she listens to him retreat. Something isn't right. She thinks back to the kitchen, wondering if she missed something obvious. No head wound. No bleeding. He seemed tired or spent, perhaps, but that's not unusual after hunting. Still, it calls for an end to her bath, and she pulls the stopper on the tub as she carefully gets out to dry herself off.
She steps out with her towel wrapped around her body just in case, heading over to her set of drawers to pull out a nightgown. She'll dress and go check on him, she thinks. Just to be sure nothing is wrong.]
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She steps out with her towel wrapped around her body just in case, heading over to her set of drawers to pull out a nightgown. She'll dress and go check on him, she thinks. Just to be sure nothing is wrong.]