Mae's smile was widening, and she even resorted to batting her eyes. She approached him slowly. "I have clothes on," she told him. "This is enough, isn't it? Why are you getting so flustered, Kaito? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?" Though it was pretty apparent he'd hadn't, or at least had never had a good experience with one. "It's indecent to be turning such a shade of red, too. Don't you think you'll make the tomatoes jealous?"
She put a small hand on shoulder and lightly drummed his skin. Her left hand was behind her back, hidden from view. Her eyes were trained on his, and her lips were curved into a toothless smile. "It's just me, love," she told him. "Now, what's with all this running? Were you this excited to come see me?" She didn't need to look south to know his excitement was visible in more than just his cheeks. She was mortifying him, and she was absolutely loving it. A more sobered Mae would have pulled back by now, but this was too golden. "If you've no reason for the running around, we could go back to my room. People could get the wrong idea, seeing us like this, here..."
Kaito had lowered his hands slightly, which proved to be a big mistake. His face grew even redder at her actions, him visibly gulping when she batter her eyes. He backed away slightly, pressing himself further against the wall in doing so. "I-I-It doesn't cover you properly!" He yelped, eyes flicking between her figure, and the other sides of the hallway. Her questions, and comments made him even more flustered, spluttering and stammering incomprehensively. "I-I haven't, you, u-um, uh, R-Resham." He stuttered out. Her calling him out on the color of his face only made him blush worse.
He flinched at the touch, gasping slightly as he pressed himself further against the wall. Her suggestions made him almost lose the ability to speak. "R-R-Resham, f-fever!" He struggled to force out, his eyes darting around the halls again. He didnt want to be seen with a nearly naked girl, but following her into her room would only make things worse. His hands were shaking slightly, and his breathing was surprisingly shallow, despite not having run far. He didnt feel very tired though, and he was mortified by how his body seemed to be reacting to her. He closed his eyes, half heartedly wishing it was all just a very bad dream.
Mae was enjoying watching him blubber like an idiot until he spoke the name of his companion. At that she took a step away and looked him over. "A fever?" she repeated. "Is he alright?" She wanted more, she wanted so much more, but it was time to stop. The kid's life could be in danger. So she shed her playful demeanor and tried to find out what was going on.
"Fetch him some water then," she suggested. "Open a window, perhaps fan him. Is he conscious?" She was already heading back to her room to get a wet washcloth. "Why didn't you say something sooner, man?" She returned only seconds later with a washcloth. "And you were running about like an idiot? You could have called for a medic, or you might have called me. I may know something to help him." Though healing spells were practically unheard of in her book. Perhaps a spell to summon some winds? No. It was too risky. She would not chance magic in a place like this. Promiscuity, sure, but her magic would get her killed.
Kaito let out a shaky breath of relief, closing his eyes as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He watched her go into her room, covering his eyes again when he saw he come out in the same towel. "C-Can you put your clothes on?" He asked, turning towards his room. "He's asleep. I-I would've said something sooner of you hadn't been acting, u-uh, so inappropriately. I was running to get some supplies from our bags, which some are with Mah La. I realized taking a few coins might be helpful, so I turned back to retrieve some when you, um, w-well, came out of your room like that." His voice trailed awkwardly. "If this town truly tries to rob all who come through, I daren't get a medic. His temperature usually runs high, but this is unusually so for him. I didnt get you, because I didnt want to disturb you." He said softly, the tips of his ears pink with embarrassment.
With that, he walked down the hall to his room, sweating nervously himself. If she insistent on helping, how was he going to hide the glowing mark! Better yet, how could he in so little time. With a groan, he opened the window, letting cool air circulate before draping a wet washcloth other the glowing mark on his forehead. He sat beside the sweating child, listening to the sounds of the night, and the panting of his companion. "I hope she can help, without looking at his mark." He whispered.
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Mae rolled her eyes. "I am not acting inappropriately. I'm sure we'll both have a laugh about it later." At least, she knew she would. But Resham was a serious matter, and the time for joking was over. She shook her head softly. "My clothes are washing. You'll have to get used to this, dear." She still cast him a smirk but otherwise dropped the act, knowing getting him more flustered would only hurt Resham.
Mae waited a few seconds before letting herself into their room. Her eyes gazed over the child and she shifted uncomfortably. Kaito wasn't even looking. Some gentle winds might help calm him down, and it wasn't even that hard a spell. So she looked over Kaito, made sure his sole focus was the child, and she began murmuring. "Upemawa mashze*," she said, and then when it didn't work she repeated it. The second time seemed to work, and a long-lasting wind entered through the open window, chilling her naked body. She shook slightly and her grip on her towel tightened. She looked down to see her left hand's mark and she quickly switched hands. She then looked up, trying to figure out if her magic had worked, and if Kaito had noticed.
*Upemawa mashze - Mae's ancient language, roughly translates to "winds of the east"
Kaito sighed, resolving to let her use some of their clothes if it came to it. He couldn't get used to such, indecency. Still, she was obviously messing with him, and to his humiliation, it was working easily. Shaking his head at her, he looked back at Resham, who looked absolutely miserable in his sleep. He had barely noticed her enter, he was too busy going through his bag for something that could help. A water skin was pulled out, though he was unsure about how to help him with it while asleep. He shivered when a strong breeze blew endlessly into the room, looking out the window in slight confusion. Resham drew his attention back with a faint sigh of relief. "At least it is helping him." He murmured. He then looked to the door, noticing Mae, still in her towel, shivering and holding said towel close to her. His cheeks flared again, and he stood uncomfortably. Walking to his bed, he picked up the blanket, and walked towards her. His eyes averted respectfully, he held out the blanket. "You seem cold." He said softly. "Here, this can help."
Mae took up the blanket wordlessly and draped it over her shoulders. She stepped closer to Resham and tried counting his breaths. He seemed to be calming down. Had her winds truly helped him? She smiled then and pulled the blanket closer over her body. "Is he well?" she asked quietly. "You can try removing his clothes. It would help him to cool down. Or perhaps I should do that. We wouldn't want you flustered again."
She sat down next the the child. The blanket fell over her lazily, hardly covering her chest. She was more concerned with Resham than with embarrassing Kaito, however. Mae fanned him lightly, and soon she started singing. Her singing voice was low and soft, and she sang in a language neither of them would understand. It was a lullaby, one with no particular effect to it, if not to soothe him in his sleep. When she finished singing she looked over him and sighed. "I think he'll be okay," she said quietly. "The way you fret over him, one might mistake you for his mother."
Kairos was somewhat relieved that she took the blanket, and sat next to her. "That won't help much. He comes from a very hot region, so his clothes are quite light. They're made to be light, and let air pass. Removing them won't help much." He said softly. His cheeks went red again, and he looked away, clearing his throat.
He glanced at her as she sat down, and averted his gaze again, his cheeks growing warmer as he caught a glimpse of her breasts. He found himself focusing on her hair and the side of her face as she sang, closing his eyes eventually as the words calmed him. Resham looked better as well, laying against the bed in a peaceful sleep. Kaitos expression darkened. "I suppose that would be a good description.... He doesn't have a mother anymore."
Mae didn't look up at Kaito as he spoke. She could have assumed as much about the child. A mother wouldn't have let him run around like he did with a beast as big as an elephant, and she certainly would not let her child play with knives. In that, Mae found a similarity in the boy. She had never known her mother, had never had a motherly figure in her life. Even so, she couldn't help but feel saddened by the confirmation. Every kid deserved a mother. She could only look at him and sigh.
After a minute though she turned up to Kaito. "What happened to her?" she asked softly. "His mother, I mean. And who are you, to him? You don't look related. So why do you travel together, and so very far from your home?"
Kaito was quiet, looking sadly at Resham. "I am his guardian. It is the debt I owe her." He said softly. "His mother she, she saved my life about two years back. She brought me to her home, and healed the injuries I had sustained from a careless incident. She was the village healer, and often had to spend great deals of time away from home. She believed that in my time with her son, he could have more interactions with a human. She thought he spent too much time with Mah La. Then she was accused of something she didnt do." He was quiet for some time, staring at Resham with some pain in his eyes. "She wore a necklace of rope that day. Before being hanged, she begged me to take care of her son. And, to take him as far as I could from their village. By taking care of him, I am repaying my debt to her for saving me. And I was always far from home to begin with. Since then, we've traveled together. I'm a poor replacement to him, though sometimes he tells me I'm like a, 'no fun boring older brother who needs to have fun sometimes'." He shrugged, then looked at Mae. "What of you? Where is your home?" He asked softly.
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