“It’s very… communal, isn’t it? I haven’t been this surrounded by people in a long time,” Rezo says. Sleeping in the same room as others, eating meals with others, sharing every facility onboard the train… Sometimes it’s overwhelming and stressful and yet at other times he’s almost grateful for it. It’s been an interesting change of pace from how he’s normally lived his life.

Which isn’t to say that he doesn’t share Lioriley’s wish for a little more privacy. And specifically, privacy with her. It’s something he’s pondered before, probably to a degree that is shameful in a one hundred and twenty year old man. Never mind that Lioriley is five times his age. There is the option of hiring out a bedroom for the night, but he hasn’t brought it up with her for several reasons.

And he’s certainly not going to bring it up to her now, while he’s like this.

His desires and insecurities aside, he’s fortunate to be where he is, with a lover who is easygoing enough to go along with things after he is turned into a strange, small creature.

Rezo gently rubs his head against her nose, in a sort of affectionate headbutt.

“Thank you, my dear.”