She's... warm. That's the first thing that registers in Sreda's mind. The second thing is that she's alive. This small fact, as unimportant as it may sometimes, is enough to make her ignore everything else for a short time. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the scent of a fire, the crackling of the flames, and the smell of... Someone in bed with her. Someone soft, with silky hair and...
...Breasts.
Her eyes snap open, and Sreda inhales sharply as she takes in the view of the sleeping girl pressed against her. Her hand moves a fraction, as if to go for her side, but she stops when she realizes that Saya's just as undressed as she apparently is. And has a very smooth back. Something clicks dully in the back of her mind, and she closes her eyes. Something's... The fort. Where am I?
Between being informed this is her last month in this apartment and saving Sreda, this day proved hellish. If there is anything Saya doesn't want to do, it's waking up. Still, the movements beneath her are hard to ignore. Through her shaky sleep, Saya tries to figure out what it could be and then realizes.
Of course. The girl she saved yesterday.
A small stream of warm air hits Sreda's shoulder as Saya announces her awakening with a sigh, and then her upper arm and the side of her chest are treated to a soft brush from the magician's chest as she rises a little bit. She stops once she finds the angle from which she can see Sreda's face, blinks twice to force her sleepy eyes to focus and then cautiously peers at the other girl's face.
Saya had a hard day? Sreda just had to help slaughter members of her own knightly Order, almost got blown to pieces, and nearly froze to death. Necessating the saving.
"...Yes. I am." Sreda shifts a little, trying to put some distance between them and cover herself. "I-" No, commenting on how if you had your dagger, it'd be to her throat now probably wouldn't be a good thing. Especially considering that the last thing the knight remembers is struggling toward any sign of civilization in that frozen wasteland. Considering this bit of information carefully, she narrows her eyes and blows a strand of hair out of her mouth.
"You... Did you pull me out of the snow?" It seemed like a safe place to start.
To be honest, Saya didn't hope for a response. The girl's condition was far too bad to even stay awake at this point, let alone speak. That is why she smiles sleepily once she hears it, content that her effort paid off
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...Breasts.
Her eyes snap open, and Sreda inhales sharply as she takes in the view of the sleeping girl pressed against her. Her hand moves a fraction, as if to go for her side, but she stops when she realizes that Saya's just as undressed as she apparently is. And has a very smooth back. Something clicks dully in the back of her mind, and she closes her eyes. Something's... The fort. Where am I?
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Of course. The girl she saved yesterday.
A small stream of warm air hits Sreda's shoulder as Saya announces her awakening with a sigh, and then her upper arm and the side of her chest are treated to a soft brush from the magician's chest as she rises a little bit. She stops once she finds the angle from which she can see Sreda's face, blinks twice to force her sleepy eyes to focus and then cautiously peers at the other girl's face.
"...Are you awake?"
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"...Yes. I am." Sreda shifts a little, trying to put some distance between them and cover herself. "I-" No, commenting on how if you had your dagger, it'd be to her throat now probably wouldn't be a good thing. Especially considering that the last thing the knight remembers is struggling toward any sign of civilization in that frozen wasteland. Considering this bit of information carefully, she narrows her eyes and blows a strand of hair out of her mouth.
"You... Did you pull me out of the snow?" It seemed like a safe place to start.
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