[Hayame isn't any more used to looking up at him than he is to looking down at her, and despite herself, she's still rendered somewhat speechless by the opening of the door greeting her with an excellently muscled and obviously bare chest before she even catches a glimpse of his face. Thankfully the height difference is not so great, (she's tall for a human woman, he's just taller), and all she has to do is tip her gaze upward, but the simple motion is... strangely difficult, arms clutching tighter on the package in her hands and practically squeezing it to her bosom. ... one that is decidedly larger than it was the last time they'd seen each other. Though that was not the medicine that turned her human, simply the fact that as an archer she tended to bind her breasts tightly to better shoot.
But she isn't here to fight.]
I apologize for the late hour... I meant to give you something, in thanks for your cloak.
[That he had ripped and ruined on her account, that first panicking and frightening day with two legs and no pants. Maybe it had been a poor choice. Maybe she shouldn't. But a slightly shameful slip of gaze down the hall one way and then the other revealed that she was a bit scandalized yet at the idea of being seen outside a man's rooms at night, and even though being in a man's rooms was technically more intimate...]
dat late night
But she isn't here to fight.]
I apologize for the late hour... I meant to give you something, in thanks for your cloak.
[That he had ripped and ruined on her account, that first panicking and frightening day with two legs and no pants. Maybe it had been a poor choice. Maybe she shouldn't. But a slightly shameful slip of gaze down the hall one way and then the other revealed that she was a bit scandalized yet at the idea of being seen outside a man's rooms at night, and even though being in a man's rooms was technically more intimate...]
Might I come in?
[It didn't count if no one could see.]