"DO you not want to sleep in the same room as me?" Tilly asked Kiho. "If you're not comfortable, I can ask the maids to find me another room to use."
"No, I want to stay with you here," Kiho said, his cheeks turning pink. "It's me who's worried that you might not be comfortable with this."
"Oh," she said, then she sat on the bed. The mattress wasn't as soft as what she had back at home but it was comfortable enough. "I'm fine with this. We haven't seen each other for a few days so I'm glad that the emperor arranged this room for us."
He looked at her as if he was trying to read her mind. But in the end, it seemed like he gave up. "You're always calm and composed. I like that about you."
"It's because my mental age is old," she said playfully. "You're technically allowed to call me "grandmother," you know."
"No, you're not my grandma," he said straightforwardly. "You're my baby."
