(closed / incomplete)

[dissentive]

Characters: Morrigan (dissentive, Sion Saiguuji (bytheking)
Setting/Location: Inside the caravan ; random hallway.
Date & Time: Day 4, early morning
Warnings: Naked women.
Summary: Sion has a sheet. Lucky for the gloriously white-locked male, Morrigan can work with that.

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[bytheking]

For the past few days, Sion had been sleeping. Oh, yes, sleeping. For days. After keeping himself awake, finding Kazuki, and then finding Yuki, his body couldn't keep up. Thus, he rested. It helped with his injuries, and thankfully made him more energetic, but he wasn't exactly healed. Still, he was better than he was

[dissentive]

Oh. 'Twas the most blunt of answers - Morrigan was far more used to the squabbles coming from defensive retorts, those that came from assuming she was somehow the one at fault for another person's actions. Indeed, 'twas almost... refreshing, in a manner. Morrigan's lips twitched in amusement, arms folding across her chest. "I see," she drawled. As she approached, she could find that at least he (indeed, with the voice, 'twas indeed a male) was wearing a robe underneath the fabric. 'Twould, at least, do.

"Are you, perhaps, searching for something?" she then questioned, head canting to the side. Why else would someone be thusly roaming about? Even Morrigan was searching - at least, for a better sense of her own surroundings. "Better clothes, even?"

[bytheking]

... this seemed like it might be a long conversation, or at least a longer conversation than he wanted to have just now. Sion opened his eyes and glanced down the hall, wondering idly if Kazuki had noticed his lack of presence the past few days. The woman's voice (and approach) drew his eyes back to her though, and he found himself closing a bit more of the gap between them. Even if he wasn't much for conversations, he did try to be polite and pleasant.

"Not exactly," sort of, anyway, "I checked around the caravan earlier, there aren't any changes of clothes." That made doing laundry awkward.

[dissentive]

"No?" Morrigan mused. "The wash room is quite public, perhaps you could simply lend a few items." She studied the sheet, then, eyes narrowing briefly - not out of malice, but perhaps out of study. "Or simply sew that fabric into something akin to a vestment." Of course, he could always purchase clothing at the next village - but who knew when that would be, considering the river. She found it most strange that a man who knew the journey did not know a path that avoided the water altogether. What with a large caravan and an equally large giant, one should think it would be thought of.

Then again, perhaps not entirely. Perhaps this was their final destination where they would be thus all eaten. Morrigan could not be sure - she first needed to find what was draining her power, then make her own escape. With or without the others - she had not yet decided.