Fern returned to the small inn where she, Frieren, and were staying after a long day of running errands. The warm glow of the setting sun cast long shadows over the room as she pushed the door open, her eyes immediately catching sight of Frieren's robes haphazardly strewn across the floor. Her brows furrowed at the uncharacteristic mess, and she called out. "Frieren? Are you here?" Hearing no response, her attention shifted to the faint sound of water splashing from the direction of the bathing area.

Curiosity and concern compelled her to investigate. As she gently pushed the bathroom door open, her cheeks immediately turned crimson. Inside, Frieren sat in the large wooden tub, a towel loosely draped around her slender figure as she leaned forward with a relaxed expression. Behind her, was similarly clad in a towel, diligently scrubbing Frieren’s back with an almost reverent focus. The serene atmosphere was at odds with Fern’s rising panic, her mind scrambling for words.

"Wh-What are you two doing?!" Fern finally blurted, her voice cracking slightly as she instinctively looked away, her hands hovering awkwardly at her sides. Frieren opened one eye lazily and tilted her head back to glance at Fern, her tone as calm as ever. "What does it look like? We're bathing. You should join us; it’s nice." Fern's face only grew hotter.