Chie does eventually fall back asleep, but the strange dream does not return. She sleeps dreamlessly, drifting among murky nothingness. When she wakes, it's because Yuma's set a tray of food down beside her a little too loudly, the metal clattering against the wood of the table. She blinks at him sleepily, as he lets out a sigh.
"Sorry, didn't mean ta wake ya," he mutters. "Ya might as well eat while it's hot since you're up, though."
Chie shifts up into more of a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. Her whole body feels achy and tired, as if weighted down. "Oh. Thank you," she mumbles, glancing at the tray. Soup, seemingly vegetable soup, and some bread. "Did you make this, Yuma?"
"Huh? Uh… no," he says awkwardly. "There's, uh, servants of sorts who do that."
"Servants? I haven't seen any servants," she frowns, taking the spoon as Yuma sets the tray on her lap and takes a seat in the chair opposite the bed.
"Heh, figures. They're sneaky little bastards, but they've definitely seen you. They haven't shut up about ya all day," he snorts.
Chie cocks her head slightly, before taking a bite. "Hm… how strange," she hums. "The soup is nice, though."
"The vegetables come from my garden," he says, sounding perhaps a bit too proud. "So they're the best."
Chie nods, eating a bit more. "These servings… are they the ones that brought me tea, earlier?" She asks. Yuma nods.
"Yeah, must have been," he shrugs.
"That makes no sense, then. One moment it wasn't there, and the next it was, and nobody came in or out of the room," Chie says stubbornly. "I would have noticed."
"Heh, except obviously, ya didn't," he teases. "Look, fairies don't gotta be super conspicuous. They're sneaky, I told ya."
"Wait, fairies?" Chie sputters, setting the spoon down. "As in, real, live fairies?"
"Well, I don't exactly keep dead ones around," he snorts. "They just kinda came here, like pests. I told em if they were gonna stay, they'd have to be useful. Ain't fair for them to benefit offa my house for free. So they do some cooking and cleaning and take care of the place, and I keep em safe."
"Can I see one?" She asks excitedly, craning her neck around as if hoping to spot one. Yuma just huffs and takes the tray from her, before shoving her head back down to the pillows.
"No, ya damn menace. You're sick. Go to sleep," he grumps. "You'll have time to gawk at em when you ain't burnin' up."
"I'm barely sick," she huffs, moving to sit up again, before a wave of tiredness hits her limbs and she slumps back with a small breath. Yuma just snorts.
"Yeah, okay, whatever there, Sow," he sighs, reaching down and pulling out a glass jar. He pulls something from it, before abruptly shoving a sugar cube past her lips with his thumb. He leaves it there, not moving his hand away quite yet. "Ya better be grateful, cuz these are my prized possessions," he mutters.
Chie blinks, and slowly crunches it down, reddening slightly. Yuma strokes over her lower lip once, before drawing back and standing. "I'll come check on ya tomorrow. Just go to sleep, and be better in the mornin'." Yuma collects the tray, mumbling something about being an overworked manservant to needy prisoners as he exits the room, bumping his wing against the door again.
Chie watches him go, releasing a breath she hasn't realized she was holding when she sees the door closed. He has such large hands.
The next morning, Chie feels substantially better, left with only a small cold and a few sniffles. She's already awake and brushed her hair before Yuma comes to check on her. He suddenly materializes onto the bed, looking at her through the mirror. "Huh, you're up earlier than I thought," he grunts, making her jump with surprise.
"Y-Yuma, I didn't see you," She stammers, setting the brush down. He lifts a shoulder, indifferent.
"That's cause I only just got here, dumb Sow," he smirks, looking her over. "You look a lot better. Heh, your body's small, but it's healthy. That's good," he praises, before lifting a hand and beckoning to her. "Come here. I'm thirsty, and ya smell damn delicious."
Chie slowly turns to him, reaching for the brush again and curling her small fingers tightly around the handle. "No," she says bluntly. "It hurts."
Yuma sighs and leans back, tilting his chin up at the ceiling. "Honestly, this again? You got no right to refuse me, Sow. Like I told ya about the fairies yesterday, I ain't got a use for things that don't earn their keep."
"Then I'll cook or clean," she says stubbornly. "Besides. I don't WANT keep. I want to go home."
Yuma rolls his eyes and shoves off the bed, stalking toward her in quicker strides than she'd accounted for. She's barely able to take two cautious steps back before he grabs her by the front of her nightgown, curling his fingers in the fabric and tugging. He holds her tightly enough that she has to stand on tiptoes to make up for it, and he leans down so that their faces are inches from one another. "I don't wanna hear another damn word," he hisses. "How would you like it if you had the best meal in the world right in front of ya, but it kept whinin' and bitchin' at ya you couldn't eat it? Ya wouldn't like it." Yuma suddenly moves, grabbing her under the legs and slinging her over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a feather, before dropping her down onto the bed. Just as she turns around to right herself, he climbs over her, pinning her onto her back. One large hand grabs both of her wrists, shoving them above her head as the other grabs her chin. His eyes are somehow even more alight than usual, feral, even. "Ya wouldn't like it one bit," he breathes, before releasing her chin to shove her hair away from her neck. He ducks his head to the flesh, before licking the skin once and biting down. Chie lets out a loud cry, jolting under him, but otherwise makes no move to fight him. He's just too big, easily three times her size, if not four. And he's… on top of… her. Yuma suddenly lifts his head, smirking widely. "Heh… dirty little Sow. I can taste you getting excited from this," he teases, licking her skin lazily as a drop of blood beads up from the bite marks. Chie reddens darkly.
"I am not!" She gasps, looking away even as his lip lifts further, a fang hooking over his lower one.
"Heh, sure. Tell yourself that. Let's see… what about if I do this?" he practically purrs, feeling slightly out of control. Her sweet taste, it made him feel almost drunk. Yuma leans down, going south, and tears her nightgown open slightly. She rewards him with an indignant squeak, which he ignores as he ducks his head to the valley between her breasts and bites there. Chie whimpers, the sound some sort of cross between a noise of pain and a moan. Yuma drinks noisily for a moment, before licking a path from the bite marks up to her neck. "You're a masochist, Sow," he breathes against her skin. "Guess it's real fuckin' lucky you wandered in here. For the both of us."