Hikaru's Home

He nodded, "I do."

"I still use the room beside it when I am here." She smiled softly. "Pick any open room around there. I'm going to set a bit of meat out for marinade."

He nodded, scratching his back, "Alright. I'll find a spot."

Mairi nodded and dismissed herself, spending several hours storing and preparing more of the meat before cleaning up the kitchen and returning to the washroom to clean up. It was perhaps an hour before High Moon when she finally made it to her own room, hair still dripping as she walked, wrapped in one of the towels as she didn't quite care enough to have brought clothing to the washroom with her. She did, after all, basically live at the castle anyway and much, or perhaps most, of the staff had grown accustomed to her anyway.

Kazuki settled in to a guest bedroom off to the side of Hikaru's study. The bed seemed long enough that he only had to curl his legs slightly to fit across it diagonally, which was more than he usually had. He tossed his bag down by the door, scratching the scars on his back that pulled and itched his skin. His hide had become like leather anymore. Smooth and supple to the touch, but clearly tough and weathered.