With the evening passing without incident, Will left Andrika, Madeen, and Fionnadh in his bed and departed his room to find Ohta sitting quietly on the sofa with the soles of her feet together and a notably surly expression on her face.
"What's up? Couldn't sleep...?" asked Ohta, her expression relaxing and a faint blush tinting her cheeks as Will made his way over and picked her up by the pits of her arms before inverting their positions and sitting with her straddling his lap.
"Now isn't the time to be fooling around..." muttered Ohta, contradicting herself by resting her head against Will's chest, wrapping her arms around his sides, and nuzzling him.
"I'm well aware..." responded Will, caressing Ohta's back with his right hand as he added, "But there is such a thing as being too alert. It's fine if you know the enemy is about to attack, but if you stress out and nothing happens, you'll become increasingly paranoid and jumpy..."
