Night came, but Rufus could not sleep. After thinking for a while, he went to the room where Sarubia was staying.
“Sarubia,” he called her name in a low voice. As an answer, clattering noises came from inside.
“Please, hold on!”
“What’s going on?”
Surprised by the sound of something falling, Rufus hurriedly opened the door.
“Ah, I’m not dressed yet!”
A large mass of blankets was seen on the bed. On top of it, the ivory hair that had not yet been able to be hidden was sticking out.
Looking at Sarubia hiding under the quilt, Rufus murmured: “I don’t mind.”
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