While I waited for Hiero to settle, Pafa peeked in, worried we had been in the bath too long.
Pafa saw Hiero held by me covering her face with both hands, came up a little flustered, and started checking on her.
She must have used her power and learned why she was crying. She put on a face of relief, let out a breath, looked at my face, and said with a soft smile, "A Handful, are you not?"
I smiled at Pafa's words with a troubled face. Pafa took Hiero out of the tub. When I turned my face so I would not see her naked she took out a cloth and started wiping Hiero's body.
No. You do not have to start wiping right in front of me… I do not know where to put my eyes.
Why is a woman's wet skin that charming?
I muttered that in my heart and smiled wryly when something soft touched my cheek. I turned my face. Pafa stood there alone, laughing happily.
…I will take it as a reward.
Pafa who laughed softly happily at my reaction too waved one hand at me, furi furi, and left the bath.
