[The memories of the previous night come flooding back all too easily now that she is actually awake, cheeks flushing red in recollection as she looks up at his face, as she finds herself instinctively wanting to reach, to slip even closer before the heat leaves her and touch his cheek again, feel the strange, ticklish sensation of that beard against her skin, of lips against hers, of hands, and breath, and the patient way he'd-
No. No, no, no-
That was foolish, that was... that was womanly weakness, compounded by human weakness, and she...
She ought to go. That was... how it was done, wasn't it? Hayame tries to conveniently ignore the voice that tells her she could hardly expect to know anything any longer about how such things were done, considering how much she'd learned the last few hours already, skittishly trying to pull her silly human legs out from the tangle with his, carefully, carefully, trying to-
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No. No, no, no-
That was foolish, that was... that was womanly weakness, compounded by human weakness, and she...
She ought to go. That was... how it was done, wasn't it? Hayame tries to conveniently ignore the voice that tells her she could hardly expect to know anything any longer about how such things were done, considering how much she'd learned the last few hours already, skittishly trying to pull her silly human legs out from the tangle with his, carefully, carefully, trying to-
Ah.
His arm.]