It's not something that can be fixed with a few words.
Selene walked past him as if she hadn't seen anything, calmly picking out clean clothes for herself.
Water dripped as she dressed, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, too lazy even to dry it.
Caleb Shaw held a soft towel.
Selene sat quietly, neither avoiding him nor speaking.
Feeling her tacit approval, he dared to quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
As her hair was almost dry, Caleb suddenly knelt, his knees hitting the floor heavily.
He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching her knee.
"Female Master, I was wrong... Please punish me."
Selene was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I haven't blamed you, the matter is long over, why bring it up?"
She paused, her voice softening a bit.
"You weren't willing, I understand."
For soldiers, following orders is a duty, an instinct carved in stone.
Anyone who goes against orders should have been kicked out long ago.
