When I next awoke, the man was gone, but Sakaki was curled up around me, his head propped up on his hand.
"You're not gonna run this time, are you?" he asked with a rakish grin. I smiled back, curling into his chest and shaking my head. I was still so cold and Sakaki was very warm.
"Your skin is like fire," he complained.
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry, I'm just so cold."
"Yeah," he said. "Akisame told me to come and curl up with you. He said your lips had turned blue earlier."
"Akisame?" I asked, confused.
"They guy who's been taking care of you," Sakaki said. "He never told you his name? Che, how rude."
"I've been too out of it to ask," I said, yawning. "Where is he now?"
"What, I'm not good enough for ya?" he huffed.
"I didn't mean that," I said serenely, not looking up from his chest. "I was just curious."
"Meh, I was just messin'," he said. "He's gettin' some medicine from Kensei for ya."
"Kensei?" I asked. "How many people live here?"
"Well, there's me, Akisame, Kensei, Apachai, Shugure, Miu, Kenichi and the old man," he listed.
"Is this a brothel?" I asked, tiredly. Sakaki burst out laughing, the deep rumble echoing in my ears from where my head was perched on his chest.
"No," he said, still chuckling. "It's a Dojo."
"Oh," I replied, yawning and cuddling further into him. He hummed and lazily fiddled with a strand of my hair.
"Go to sleep," he said, softly.
"'Kay," I said and did just that.