Gathering his thoughts

Kael relaxes on the couch, having stored away his weapons and armor. He checks the few wounds he received in the battle, noting that they were clearly taken care of while he was ****. Nothing too serious, barely even enough to add to his collection of scars.

From the bathroom, he can hear laughter, Gabby’s voice loud enough to be heard through the closed door. If he strains a bit, he can make out Evie’s voice as well, as the two of them chat. Evie’s immediate acceptance of Gabby is heartening, though Kael isn’t truly sure what she’ll be doing here. Though he has a small yard behind his house, it’s hardly a farm like she’s used to. What’s more, he’s unsure of their relationship going forward. After all, between his love for Evie, and his recently rekindled relationship with Ria, he already has a lot going on.

Kael shakes his head. He’s overthinking things again. Gabby clearly just needed somewhere safe, and who is he to turn her away? Letting her stay here is the least he could do, really.

Kael sighs, leaning back on the couch. The problem is the enslavement. As long as that’s present, someone like Gabby will have nowhere else to turn. From Kael’s perspective, Gabby is a person who deserves better, but there’s no avenue for that here.

Maybe he should talk to Lord Greyheart about it. After all, his own daughter is being affected by it. If anyone is sympathetic, it would be him.

As for Gabby, she is his guest. And until Kael is sure she’s comfortable here, he resolves to restrain himself around her. It shouldn’t be difficult. He’s hardly a horny teenager, and he has plenty of other outlets for those impulses. He should have no trouble being respectful of Gabby.

Just then, the bathroom door swings open, and Gabby steps out. Despite his earlier thoughts, Kael finds himself staring, thought who can blame him, considering her appearance at the moment. Gabby is wrapped in a towel, her large breasts barely contained, and the fabric only barely reaches her thighs, leaving her body mostly exposed. Her braid is undone, and her damp hair tumbles down her back, the stark white contrasting with her tanned skin. Tall and strong, ‘statuesque’ would be a good word to describe her.

Seemingly sensing Kael’s eyes on her, Gabby looks over at him and smiles. She pauses for a moment, showing no embarrassment or discomfort from his gaze. In fact, if anything, she smiles wider. She seems to be enjoying the looks she’s getting, at least right now. Gabby gives the towel a little tug, hiking it slightly higher on her legs, clearly putting on a show for Kael’s sake. Finally, she winks, and heads into Evie’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. If he didn’t know better, Kael could have sworn that she was flirting a bit.

Kael hears Evie giggle, and sees her standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “It’s your turn, master! You’re dirty too!”

Kael chuckles, rising from the couch. “True enough. And I’m guessing you’re going to help me as well, Evie?”

The petite elf blushes slightly. “Yes, master. I need to be sure you’re thoroughly clean, after all.”

Her eyes wander over him as he approaches. “I hope you don’t mind, master?”

Kael shakes his head. “Not at all. I wouldn’t dream of refusing your offer.”

He reaches out and touches her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin. Evie shivers, biting her lip as she looks up at him. “M-master, please…let’s get started. I want to…clean you…”

Kael smiles, and gently pushes her into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.