Soon, Felix arrived, his arms laden with the fragrant herbs Alaric had requested. Their fresh scent—sharp eucalyptus, sweet rosemary, and cool mint—mingled in the air, cutting through the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Aramis followed close behind, carefully carrying the steaming water, the heat rising in delicate tendrils as he poured it into the wooden tub. The water swirled as it filled, a perfect balance of hot water and fresh, cool streams collected from the falls. The wooden tub was as high as his thighs.
Felix, without ceremony, tossed the leaves into the tub, their vibrant greens and purples drifting lazily on the surface. He reached into a small pouch and scattered soft rose petals over the water, their delicate edges curling at the heat. Only then did he turn his attention to the unconscious figure on the bed.
"What happened to Doctor Kane? How could he sleep so deeply?"