[ Whatever morning brain fog starts to lift. She goes to scream, her heart racing, but she thinks better of it, clamping her mouth shut until it just comes out as a high-pitched squeak (Toby's new toy...? No, there is no Toby yet.)
There are many thoughts! Many. And they are all coherent, too. Her first one being that she needs to put some distance between them. She squirms, though his strength is impressive, even in his sleep.
It doesn't help that her next thought seems to be about those injuries of his yet again. Are some of the wounds reopening, or is it just her imagination? ]
K, K, Kazuma-sama--! [ Stammering in a hushed, yet urgent whisper. ] You're... You're big again...?
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There are many thoughts! Many. And they are all coherent, too. Her first one being that she needs to put some distance between them. She squirms, though his strength is impressive, even in his sleep.
It doesn't help that her next thought seems to be about those injuries of his yet again. Are some of the wounds reopening, or is it just her imagination? ]
K, K, Kazuma-sama--! [ Stammering in a hushed, yet urgent whisper. ] You're... You're big again...?