It was about that time that she lowered her guard that the door to his room beeped and then opened as Yuki walked inside, carrying a tray in one hand and some clothes in the other. He had had a busy morning while she was bathing. He had first gone down to the infirmary and gotten his wound looked after and rebandaged before he went off in search of some clothes for his honored guest. And then, he had finally wandered off to get breakfast for the two of them. On the tray were two glasses of orange juice, two plates of scrambled eggs and toast, and a jar of jam for them to spread on their toast. He had already buttered the toast.<br/><br/>The door closed behind him and he looked at her, only to falter at the sight that greeted him. He inwardly panicked a little, embarrassment welling up within him at her state of dress or rather, lack of. He cleared his throat and immediately averted his gaze like the gentleman he was. He quickly moved over to the table and set the tray of food down and then shifted on his feet, wanting to give her the clothes but also wanting her to wrap the towel snugly around her form again to preserve her modesty.<br/><br/>It wasn't like he had never seen a naked woman before, it was just the fact that it was her. It was...strange. This was the woman who had saved his life and had previously dated his little brother. She was special and unlike the women had slept with. Those women hadn't meant anything to him. But Hatsune was different.