Hmmmm. Kodama's lips twitched, the girl eyeing the soft bulge her Master made beneath the sheets; She wasn't *quite* sure what to expect- Oh, she knew of 'sleeping' by concept (As well as personally, having *met* the mostly-narcoleptic Word) but not as applied to herself...The Rules were different here, apparently...<br/><br/>With a soft, relaxed sigh, she slipped into the bed, too, with the silken rustle of her kimono; Shifting onto her side to eye Kenji, who'd chastely confined himself to the other half (A quarter, really) of the futon-<br/><br/>"Is something wrong, Master?" Kodama murmured, just loud enough to carry- Real concern in her voice, her hands stroking his shoulders gently. "I-is there...Anything I could do to help?" It felt...strange...Being this close to someone, physically- They'd *all* been close together, in the book, but it was rather metaphorical in nature...Entirely different.<br/><br/><em>Maybe Haruka has a better idea,</em>she thought, fighting down an unladylike yawn...She didn't know it, but she was a trifle tired, too...It'd been a long day, after all, so far from the timeless limbo of the Dictionary- Perhaps not the best frame of reference, but the closest one she had.