Philip Shaw went into the bathroom, took a cold shower, washed up, and only then did he come out of the bathroom.
Aldana Candi was still waiting for him at the door, but her expression was somewhat indifferent, looking rather bored.
It was late morning, almost ten o'clock. They had indeed slept in, and upon waking, she was still steeped in that uncomfortable feeling from the dream.
He stood in front of the dressing mirror buttoning up his shirt, idly thinking that if Aldana's legs were fine, she could be standing in front of him right now, buttoning it for him.
Her inability to stand indeed took away a lot of joy from his life.
Seeing his actions slow down, Aldana couldn't help but say, "Are you done yet?"
There was a slight tone of complaint in her voice.
He turned his head to glance at her and responded casually, "Almost done."
He slowly smoothed the wrinkles on his cuff, then turned around, walked over, and picked her up from the wheelchair, saying, "Let's go."
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