Behind closed doors

Adela shuffled her feet towards the food cart that one of the guards had parked beside her bed before he and Sator left the room. She had no appetite whatsoever, but she knew better than to let herself starve at a time like this. A peculiar sight greeted her when she lifted the cover off the plate.

"Grape leaves?"

Taking a bite, the savory combination of rice and minced meat infused with the citrusy tang of lemon and olive oil exploded in her mouth. She found herself seated on the bed, fork and knife in hand, eagerly devouring more of the delectable rolled goodness.

Her eyes drifted towards the inviting tub that peeked through the adjacent door in front of her. Setting the food aside for a moment, she approached the room, captivated by the sight of the steaming water and delicate petals. Hot surges of embarrassment washed over her for assuming that the room was occupied when she finally saw the two yellow mana stones resting at the bottom of the tub.