She speaks like a foreigner…none of the other humans I have encountered talk in such a dialect. Questions had to wait for morning, and Youko was eager. "It is late. You need your rest."
The priestess answered his question with a yawn, revealing white, blunt teeth. "You're right about that. I'm tuckered out, and I didn't even do any of the running today!"
"You may sleep there." He said, pointing to a large pile of furs heaped near the fire.
She looked down at her clothing with a furrowed brow. "Man, if I'd known we were going travelling, I would've brought my bag."
"Are you lacking in a human comfort?"
"Mhm. Pajamas."
It was becoming increasingly aggravating to endure the turn of phrases the human liked to employ. She must have picked up on this, for it was barely a pause later that she clarified.
"Clothes to sleep in." He glanced back up at the woman, who was looking at him carefully. "I don't usually sleep in the same clothes as I wear during the day."
He thought about telling her to sleep in the nude, but something about her made him certain she would not find those conditions favourable. He had sworn on his name to bring her back in seven days' time, and whether she had meant to or not, this promise came with the assurance of her comfort as best the situation dictated. He was nobility, and they did not take promises lightly.
So without a complaint, he went to fetch the only spare clothing in the room. Kuronue wouldn't mind…much.
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