He acts weird

In the dim-lit bathroom, she surrenders to the cascading cold water, its touch gently embracing her fatigued form. Each drop seemed to carry away the weight of the chaotic day, as her tired eyes flutter shut, granting solace to a soul yearning for respite. With the water's rhythmic cadence in the hushed serenity, her breath finds a haven, a soft snore echoing the arrival of a coveted, eternal sleep.

Half an hour later...

A barely audible creak announces the door's gentle movement, revealing a figure that enters the room without a whisper. Silhouetted against the muted light. On the nightstand, a diminutive purple box finds its designated space, a subtle addition that speaks volumes in the quiet narrative of the room.

" Oryx!?"

Marquis, his eyes methodically sweeping the room, beckons her name with a tone edged in concern. A symphony of raised eyebrows punctuates his features, an intricate dance of curiosity and worry, drawn toward the unruly water now spilling out of the bathroom, its