She closes the door softly, pressing her forehead on the surface. Another shift is gone.

A sigh steeped in fatigue, the eyelids struggling to stay open.

And as her thoughts converge on a single desire, that is, a refreshing shower, she feels her partner's hands resting delicately against her stiff shoulders.

"Welcome back, dear." She hears her softly whispering.

Smiling, Rin turns, meeting Konan's peaceful gaze. The two women exchange a knowing smile as the younger one slips into her arms, inhaling her scent.

Konan smells of vanilla.

She smells of home, a safe and welcoming place.

Above all, she smells of security.