I stood in Dawn's room with a hardened gaze. The adventurer had changed into a loose black tunic and shorts before bringing me in. A faint, citrusy smell permeated the tiny room as Dawn fixed up her luggage and made enough room for both of us to walk around.
"Make yourself home," she said. "Do you need anything?"
I shook my head and tried to help Dawn, but was forced to sit back on a chair and watch her. It seemed I had gotten used to Titania's presence in the last four weeks since I kind of missed her.
After Dawn was done clearing up her room, I stood up again.
"I'll take the floor," I said. "Don't bother with a mattress—"
"What. No. I'll sleep on the floor."
"No, it's fine. You should sleep on the bed."
"Brat," Dawn walked closer to me. "You're injured, just sleep comfortably."
"Argh, it's your room and your bed. I am fine with the floor, alright?"
"Not alright at all! Shut up and sleep on the bed."
"No, you sleep on the bed."
"Damn it, you!"
"You!"
