Arella was soaking in the bath a few minutes later. The servants had left her to soak and thankfully did not ask about the fresh marks that littered her skin.
The warm steam from the bath water curled around her, and the water felt comfortable. The tips of her wings were submerged as well, and she felt the water soothe her aching muscles. Rose petals floated on the surface of the water, the white petals shining gently in the light of the setting sun. She picked one up and rubbed the soft petal between her fingers as she listened keenly to the door. As much as she did not dislike her maids, the last thing she wanted was for them to learn that the halo was more than a decoration for the angels.