Amidst the creaking of clockwork and gears, Hilov tossed aside the towel covering her chest and stepped into the bathroom.
Pressing the handle gently and feeling the water temperature for a while, she walked into the cascading hot water from the ceiling.
The hot water flowed in streams, gliding over the tender, fair skin of the Wolf Woman, down the streamlined back and buttocks, and then from the soft thighs to the intricately-patterned brass calves.
The hot water washed away the sticky sweat and also carried away Hilov's nightmares.
Unsure if she was influenced by Horn, since the Holy Tree's seed event, she frequently dreamed of that Holy Tree.
In her dreams, the Holy Tree always floated alone in the boundless space.
But for some reason, Hilov always felt that the tree was watching her.
Not with malice or indifference, but rather like an adult watching over a child.
Then she would wake up, drenched in sweat.
