Salvar stood awkwardly in front of the guest room for a moment, like he was waiting for the room to say something first.
It didn't.
He walked inside and sat on the bed.
He breathed out.
Then he reached down and began working on the earrings.
Damn mothergod.
They were hurting again.
Both of them, but pulling them out wasn't as difficult as putting them in.
Silas returned a few minutes later with a folded towel and a set of clean clothes balanced on top. He set them on the chair near the wall.
"I am washing up first and will be done in fifteen minutes."
Salvar nodded, hands busy with his earrings or maintaining the pretense of being busy with his earrings.
Silas placed everything down, turned, and left, pulling the door closed behind him.
The click of the latch.
Salvar stopped moving.
He sat still for a moment, then he stood and crossed to the chair and picked up the folded clothes.
He paused.
