The reason she had requested permanent residence was rather simple. She had grown tired of sleeping in forests for so long, and she could not remember the last time she'd had a bath. She'd had to cover up her smell with mountains of perfume, for fear of being caught bathing in a river of the like. A public bathhouse was out of the question.
"Done."
He barely batted an eyelid as he uttered that reply. It was more convenient for Morohira and him this way, as they would always be able to find the woman should they need her. He had suspected how she was living, but since she had said nothing, he did not bring it up himself, knowing that she would instantly deny it. Such was her nature.
She flinched at the rapidity of his response. Her whole body had been tensed, preparing itself for rejection, and when he agreed without hesitation, she was unsure how to react.
"…Really?"
"Yes. Shibata?"
