"They are always awake when you come into the room," Eris whispered, her head turning until her cheek touched his forearm.
"They have their father's wretched schedule, Soren. They don't see any sense in sleeping while there is an inkpot open within three miles."
Soren let out a real laugh this time, the sound loud and clean against the stone walls of the alcove.
He leaned over the rim and kissed the corner of her mouth, then the bridge of her nose, then the wet fringe of her eyelashes until she had to open her eyes to look at him.
She shifted her hips in the narrow tub, turning her whole body around in the water until she was facing him, her knees tucked up against his ribs.
In the yellow glare of the lamp, her face was close enough for him to see the tiny gold flecks in her amber pupils.
