Archer noticed the women's sleeves rolled up as they lovingly washed the girl's fluffy hair. The four little ones splashed gleefully in the water, their tiny hands clutching colorful bath toys that bobbed and floated around them.
He watched as bubbles drifted through the air, catching the soft glow of the bathroom's mana lights, and the girls' laughter rang out like a chorus of tiny bells, filling the room with joy.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, utterly enchanted, his heart swelling as he took in the tender scene unfolding. The bathroom was alive, the air filled with the soft scent of rose soap.
The gentle hum of the women's soothing voices mingled alongside the baby's delighted giggles. His eyes softened as he watched Leira, her hands gentle, carefully cleaning Neoma's shimmering silver hair.
