She thanks the rabbit-girl with a smile, then turns to Torok with a blush. "Thank you, Torok." She takes his hand and goes upstairs with him.

The room, when they arrive, is small but cozy. Big bed with soft squashy mattress and light blankets, small nightstand, small table under the window with a sturdy wooden chair.

Torok tugs on a gauntlet, then pauses. "...mind if I change out of all this? I can go somewhere else if you'd rather, I saw a bathroom down the hall..."

She sits in the chair, blushing. She certainly doesn't mind. Does he mind being... admired? Is she going to ask that, even? "Um. Go ahead. Here's fine if you're comfy with that."

"Okay."

He pulls a set of clothes out of the armor's front pouch and takes it all off, a remarkably tidy and efficient process that leaves all the pieces stacked in a neat little bundle on the floor and Torok standing there in his underwear pulling his regular clothes back on. After that he flops into bed.

"I wonder if they have baths here," he muses. "I don't think the bathroom I saw was that kind, but maybe..."

Handsome man is handsome.

"Oh! That's a good question. Worth checking, for sure."

She looks at the bed. The Torok-containing bed. And keeps blushing.

Torok is Very Flopped and cannot see her blushing.

"I haven't really had a bath since I came to Mareth and I kind of miss 'em. There's the lake but it's really not the same."

She nods, instinctively, even though he can't see her. "Yeah. Baths were great. On Earth, there were even fancy baths with little jets that blasted water, swirling everything around and keeping it hot. Baths are great. If we can't find 'em here I'm reinventing 'em."

"Oh, man, they might not even have baths here, that's so depressing and you're totally right. If you have to reinvent 'em, I'm helping. I dunno how to help. I can carry heavy stuff."

She giggles and grins. "Works for us. There will definitely be heavy things in reinventing baths."

He lifts a weary thumbs-up gesture into the air so she can see it without him having to sit up.

She blushes again and climbs into bed next to him. "Mind if I cuddle up?"

"Oh." Now he's blushing. "Okay."

She snuggles close, leaning against his side. It may in fact be obvious to Torok that she's not wearing a bra, due to having nowhere to buy one. She wraps an arm over his shoulder and sighs warmly.

She's very cozy and he appreciates this a lot.

He's strangely pensive about it, though.

She looks at him for a moment. "You okay?"

"...think so? Sorry, just... I don't know. Thinking." A slight, self-deprecating laugh. "'m not very good at it."

She nuzzles lightly against him. "Want help?"

"...like, I could tell you what I'm thinking about and you could try to help me with it? Well, first I have to figure out how to tell you what I'm thinking about..."

She kisses his cheek. "It's okay if you don't. But I'm hard to scare off."

He resettles himself slightly and spends a few seconds just trying to put words together in his head.

Eventually he starts, awkwardly, with, "I don't think I... know what it means? That you kissed me."

"Oh.

"It means I like you. Emotionally, affectionately, sexually, maybe romantically. Probably romantically."

"Okay."

There's a long silence but it doesn't quite seem like the kind of long silence where he's done saying things.

She strokes his back gently, patiently.

"—I could tell how into it you were, when we were... figuring out if you had a soul. You were... really beautiful..."