Without saying a word, the Seer moved across the room with the same quiet grace she'd shown earlier. She stood before a basin of clear water that shimmered under the candlelight. She dipped her hands into the basin, then began to wash her face, slowly, deliberately....as if cleansing herself of more than just the sweat and dust of the long night.
Lucas stood still, observing her. He hadn't expected to be brought here. He hadn't expected any of this.
The gentle motion of her hands, the way the water ran down her neck and collarbone, the soft glow of the light on her smooth skin, it was distracting. She moved with such elegance, so naturally composed, that it was almost like watching a ritual. There was no performance in her actions, but everything about her presence was... entrancing.
