Kenji tensed up even more when the Word's hands touched his back, then slowly relaxed, moreso than before she had intervened. They were... warm. Hard to believe that, up until then, she had been nothing more than a printed word inside of a dusty old book.<br/><br/>"Oh, oh, no, thank you. It's just... it's been a weird evening, is all." Her yawn was contagious, though, and spread to him. "Tomorrow's probably going to be a weird day too, so we'll need lots of sleep," he mumbled. Already, his eyelids were getting heavier, as though he had already expended all of his energy dealing with the craziness that had been happening.<br/><br/>Despite all his misgivings, though, he didn't push Kodama back or anything. He was rapidly getting sleepier and, as he hazily thought, her warm hands felt kind of nice after all...