Since it's your underwear, you'd better wash it by hand."

“T'll wash it by hand," Sarah insisted, not allowing him to take over. She playfully smacked his arm and nudged him away from the sink.

Sarah and Aziel engaged in their usual banter, a hint of jealousy lingering in the air.

Aziel stood by, watching as Sarah tackled the task of washing the clothes.

Afterwards, he assisted her in drying them and carefully applied hand cream, a gesture that held more significance to him than tending to his own hands.