Rezo makes a soft noise of acknowledgement, not quite able to verbalize a confirmation, but hoping she gets the idea anyway. He hears the bed across from him shift under her slight weight and knows she must be sitting across from him.

Unsure if she has her gaze averted or not, Rezo dresses in a hurry. It’s not precisely that he doesn’t want her to see him, and he would certainly like for them to be intimate at some point- but he’d prefer to choose a time and a place that isn’t shared with three roommates, rather than find himself naked via an act of unexpected magic. Surely it’s not unreasonable to be discomfited!

Once he’s reached the stage where he’s pinning his shoulder guards in place, Rezo dares to breach the silence. “Well,” he says, “It’s been an interesting morning, hasn’t it?” He smiles, in a visible attempt to ease the awkward mood.