[ even though she's staying quiet, her smile and vigorous handshake say more than enough by themselves. Caleb laughs slightly, both amused and relieved she's content to keep the clothes on even if she isn't accustomed to them. ]
You're welcome. Least I could do.
[ he's stuck with her for the time being, after all. Might as well try to make things as normal as he can, even if she isn't. An uneasy feeling still settles in the pit of his stomach when he imagines her heading out all by her lonesome, but he puts it down to the weight of a strange day and stranger revelations. Once he's gotten some food in him and a good few hours of shut-eye, he'll be able to figure out a better plan.
And it's then that the bed starts squeaking something awful as Zarina starts bouncing up and down on it like a kid. He puts his hands on her shoulders to keep her still, darting a glance at the wall the bed rests against. ]
Whoa, settle down. That's not—
[ a THUD interrupts. This time, Caleb glares at the wall—which might as well not even be there with how loud the voice that comes through is. "Keep it down in there, asshole! Some of us are trying to fucking sleep!" it slurs out, to which he immediately hurls back: ]
Mind your bloody business!
[ his answer is another series of thuds and some more yelling that gets unintelligible and muffled, as if whoever it's from just buried themselves beneath a pillow. He ignores it, teeth grit and grip on Zarina tightening. Soon, everything goes quiet again. He lets go of her along with a long breath, calming himself, then sits down next to her. ]
Right. Beds are mostly for sleepin', not playin' around on. [ with a pat to one of the bed's lumpy pillows: ] You lay your head down here, shut your eyes, and—
[ he stops and looks at her, frown returned. ]
You do sleep, don't you.
[ if she doesn't, it's a much bigger problem than her not knowing what to do with a bed. Sure, she might decide to leave tomorrow, soon as she has clothes of her own—but he'll still need to keep an eye on her till then. She can probably find some way to get up to mischief even within the confines of this small room, and he doesn't relish the thought of waking up to it. ]
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You're welcome. Least I could do.
[ he's stuck with her for the time being, after all. Might as well try to make things as normal as he can, even if she isn't. An uneasy feeling still settles in the pit of his stomach when he imagines her heading out all by her lonesome, but he puts it down to the weight of a strange day and stranger revelations. Once he's gotten some food in him and a good few hours of shut-eye, he'll be able to figure out a better plan.
And it's then that the bed starts squeaking something awful as Zarina starts bouncing up and down on it like a kid. He puts his hands on her shoulders to keep her still, darting a glance at the wall the bed rests against. ]
Whoa, settle down. That's not—
[ a THUD interrupts. This time, Caleb glares at the wall—which might as well not even be there with how loud the voice that comes through is. "Keep it down in there, asshole! Some of us are trying to fucking sleep!" it slurs out, to which he immediately hurls back: ]
Mind your bloody business!
[ his answer is another series of thuds and some more yelling that gets unintelligible and muffled, as if whoever it's from just buried themselves beneath a pillow. He ignores it, teeth grit and grip on Zarina tightening. Soon, everything goes quiet again. He lets go of her along with a long breath, calming himself, then sits down next to her. ]
Right. Beds are mostly for sleepin', not playin' around on. [ with a pat to one of the bed's lumpy pillows: ] You lay your head down here, shut your eyes, and—
[ he stops and looks at her, frown returned. ]
You do sleep, don't you.
[ if she doesn't, it's a much bigger problem than her not knowing what to do with a bed. Sure, she might decide to leave tomorrow, soon as she has clothes of her own—but he'll still need to keep an eye on her till then. She can probably find some way to get up to mischief even within the confines of this small room, and he doesn't relish the thought of waking up to it. ]