Elizabeth lay in the bathtub, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of water gliding over her body. She felt utterly relaxed.
"Governor, Finn has been waiting for you for quite a while." A sensual secretary with red-framed glasses, holding a stack of documents, reminded her from outside the washroom.
"Martha, did he say what he wanted?" Elizabeth asked, pushing open the door and stepping out, soaking wet.
Martha blushed and quickly looked down at the floor. "No… he didn't say anything."
"Isn't everything on the island perfectly normal? What could be the matter?"
Elizabeth spread her arms slightly. A breeze swirled around her, and the water droplets on her fair skin quickly shrank and disappeared.
"Finn says I have no talent for this, heh. But who says magic has to be destructive to be useful? Drying off after a bath seems pretty handy to me."
"Governor, Mr. Finn seems quite anxious. He asked me to tell you to hurry."
