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01:23 PM

((Liztress: :) The cramps are gone, now! :D YAY! Now, you won't have to kill them!... but, you just might do it. :ninja:))

At hearing the young warrior's voice, the lady of the house spun around to meet with her eye-to-eye. "Oh..." She mumbled, openly gawking at her. "My apologies for the wait..." Apologizing more so for the staring than the delay, the older woman bowed to her guest. "Thank you for tasks you have performed for village's sake." Bowing two times more, she then righted herself, assured her guest that she would bring her a warm towel, and disappeared to the front desk calling out a command to her daughter. "Mae, please show her to her room."

"Waah? Aw...!" Mae hung her head. I just got home, why can't I keep some sleep? Silently brooding, which was just openly pouting, the brunette motioned for the warrior. "You heard the lady, follow me." She drawled out, her voice sounding just as exhausted as the muscles in her pulsating legs. Waiting a few seconds, to make sure the woman was following, Mae started out towards the room.

The walk there was silent, other than the sounds of sandal clad feet clacking against the hard, wooden floor, and in a way it unnerved Mae more than the forest ever could. What if youkai attack the village? She worried, wringing her clammy hands together. "Well, I guess I'll just have to fight them--yeah!" Images of herself with a magnificent sword and a kimono worth twice her weight in gold flooded her mind, and it took all of her willpower not to stop in the middle of the hallway to jump and swing her arms around, as if she was fighting a great—but, powerless—beast.

"Ehh... well, this is your room!" Mae stated loud and full energy, as she came to a stop near a slightly ajar door. "Oyasumi, ii yume mitene." She chimed, as she bowed to the woman. "Good night, sweet dreams!" She repeated, before darting off just as her mother arrived with the towels and bedding material.

"Mae! Wait!" Her mother called, scowling when her daughter didn't turn around. “That child is going to be the death of me.” Narrowing her eyes at the retreating figure, the aged woman handed the warrior large, fluffy quilt and a warm cloth, before starting after Mae.