Starrk woke to his face being pushed into the pillows beneath it, a heavy weight balanced on his head and shoulders. Short for air he shoved up off the pile, dislodging Lilynette who had apparently been sitting on him. She yelped as she hit the floor, but he couldn't really be bothered to argue with her while he caught his breath.

The green haired Espada's words went in one ear and out the other as he stared at the bloody clothes she waved about. Lilynette was yelling about him taking so long to get up, nothing unusual, but also about Marita's clothes. It wasn't until the light, earthy scent made it to him that he remembered who they belonged to. He waved her off, flopping back down to the bed face first, "Mm, they're nobody's. 'm going back to sleep."

"No you're not! Get up, get up!" She jumped on him, stomping on his back as heavily as she could and he groaned in pain. Before he could try to placate her, she sat on him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pulling. "Who's clothes are these? They're obviously a girl's! Were you fucking somebody while I slept? You're such a pervert, Starrk! You're so gross! And why are they so bloody?"

Starrk reached back to grab her wrists before she managed to pull his hair out, sighing, "They belong to that arrancar that's always fighting with Nnoitra in the hall. He knocked her out so I did what I could for her and then went back to sleep. Now will you let go of my hair and let me sleep?"

Somewhat satisfied, Lilynette let go and climbed off of him, picking up the bloody clothes and tossing them at him. "Marita? Why'd you help her, anyway?"

The Prima Espada sighed and buried his face in the pillows, mumbling his response, "It would have been a bigger hassle if I left her to die, so I didn't. That's all." Except it wasn't. He really didn't know why he'd done it. He'd never met the woman before last night, never cared to either, but something had pushed him to see if she was alright and it all got more muddled from there. She was so much more fragile and gentle looking than he'd expected from what the other's had said, and covered in blood she seemed even more so. When he'd carried her inside and cleaned her wounds, he'd found himself looking at her more than he'd meant. She was lean, sinewy, and her body consisted of many sharp angles. He found himself wondering what she'd been like as a hollow, what her Resurrección was, and how she fought. Was she stronger or more dangerous than she seemed? Groaning, he sank further into the pillows, ignoring Lilynette as he attempted to return to sleep and forget all about the blond haired woman.

Marita woke alone in her room, body tender after being healed. She always slept for far too long after a fight, and this time was no different. All her wounds and bruises were gone and the pain was just a lingering tenseness in her muscles. Before she could even begin her morning routine, the sight of the Prima Espada's jacket laying folded on her small table reminded her of the odd turn of events.

She'd sonido'd away from the man's room as quickly as she could, careful to avoid anyone and everyone so they would not see her dressed as such. Surely they would get the wrong impression; she had and no one other than Nnoitra would have known the wounds were from their battle. The thought disturbed her and so, even before being healed, she made sure put on a fresh uniform after removing the sloppily done wrappings she'd woken in. The healer knew her wrapping work and she would have known this was not Marita's own work. Even when she'd arrived, the healer knew something was off. The mousey, dark haired woman had questioned why'd she'd waited to come, and when she'd explained that'd she'd been knocked unconscious, she'd asked who'd taken care of her wounds. Marita had waved the question off, saying it must have been whoever dropped her in her room and that they hadn't done that good of a job anyway before pushing the woman into a fit worrying over the painful wound hidden under her hair.

It wasn't until she'd returned to her own room and went to clean Coyote Starrk's jacket that she wondered how she'd ended up in his room, let alone in his bed. He was never said to go out of his way on anything, especially when he could be sleeping. And yet, he clearly had. She was a higher numbered arrancar and neither of them had met. She served no obvious purpose to him, nor was she anything Aizen couldn't easily replace. His actions made her uncomfortable. No one here was trustworthy, nor were they kind. Harribel could be patient, and perhaps her Fracción would describe her as kind, but she was cold to anyone outside her circle. Ulquiorra could be the kindest, but he was only kind because he was not overly cruel. He was a cynical man, and he simply did as he was told with few distractions. No matter how hard she tried, Marita could not understand what had driven Starrk to show her kindness. He was a man to watch out for, she decided.

But for now, she needed to return his jacket. She'd thought about different ways to go about doing it and had come to the decision that leaving it at his door would be simple and she would most likely be able to avoid speaking with him. And if anyone saw her in the hall, she would simply be on her way to the meeting Aizen had requested with her.

However, her plan fell apart upon reaching his door. It was open and the young female- Lilynette, Marita reminded herself- was dragging a half-resisting Starrk across the floor towards it. Before Marita could flee, Lilynette caught sight of her. Dropping Starrk's legs to the ground, she sonido'd over to her, asking too many questions for Marita's overwhelmed mind to keep up with. She stood stupidly in front of the shorter girl, normally lidded, light brown eyes unusually wide as she clutched Starrk's jacket to her chest.

When the blond didn't answer, Lilynette looked to what she was holding and her pink eyes narrowed, "Why do you have Starrk's jacket?" Marita was not even given a chance to answer before the younger girl turned on the lazy man who'd resumed sleeping where he'd been dropped. Giving him a hard kick to the ass, Lilynette turned her questions on Starrk, "Why does she have your jacket?" He grumbled a curse at her, waving her off and getting up. With no answer to satisfy her, Lilynette assumed the worst, "You did have sex with her!"

Starrk coughed, somewhat caught off guard and with a quick look to the woman standing at the door, it was clear to see she was as well. If anything, Marita looked mortified.

Both offended and horrified by Lilynette's suggestion, Marita was quick to shove his jacket at him, strictly avoiding eye contact with either of them when she spoke. "We did not. I was unconscious while here, and he simply bandaged and clothed me as mine were no longer suitable. Please excuse me."

Lilynette pouted, cut off by her dismissal before she could get another word in.

The blond spared a fleeting glance at Starrk, inclining her head and offering a quiet "thank you" before disappearing into a sonido down the hall.

Starrk stared after her for a second before grunting and pushing Lilynette out the door, shutting it quickly behind her. It took a moment for his action to register before she started her fit and he spoke through the door to her. "I'm going to sleep now. Stop waking me up."

It was simply because he was too lazy and too tired that went to bed with the jacket Marita had worn tucked under his arm. That was what he told himself, anyway.