Lashes intertwined with lashes, her breathing in a slow rhythm. Her jaw began to open and slackly hung, only for a finger to poke under her chin and close her mouth so she did not drool onto the pillow.
"Hmm… mmmh…" in her sleep she muttered.
"She looks so peaceful," Asobi whispered.
"That she does," Hotaru caressed Jotou's cheek, interlacing her fingers through the blonde strands over her left ear and unfurling them to tuck them behind said ear.
Back in their tent they were; no seeming damage from the chaos brought by the Rainstorm Slasher. As for Jotou, no visible injury on her either.
Her hair was fanned out over the pillows, sleeping on her side. Hotaru sat on a chair right beside, Asobi at the end of the bed as they both watched her sporadically mutter in her sleep for hours now.
