Leonhardt could be seen deeply submerged in a greenish, liquid-like water inside a bath. His eyes were closed, his hands resting loosely at his sides, and his breathing was slow and steady as he remained in the same position. The water rippled with soft bubbles, rising and breaking against the surface. This continued for quite a while before the bubbles finally began to fade, leaving the surface calm. Slowly, Leonhardt opened his eyes.
"I feel better," he said, his voice calm but faint as he turned his head toward the direction of the person in the room with him.
The room was built in such a way that it contained a bath, a bed, and several couches — more like a private suite designed for immediate bathing and resting afterward, all in the same location.
Mr. Castiel raised his head from the paper he was reading and let out a small sigh. "Guess that'll suffice."
