The room was cloaked in a gentle hush as Kaito stirred from his slumber. With slow and quiet movements, he cracked his eyes open, casting an unobtrusive glance towards Elowyn. Witnessing her discreetly changing, he averted his gaze, allowing her a moment of privacy. A subtle respect for her modesty guided his actions. However, as she finished and he dared to look again, the sight that met his eyes left him utterly captivated.
Her clothing, a tailored ensemble that seemed to embrace her form with a delicate precision, drew Kaito's attention. The fabric, though restrictive, showcased a unique allure, revealing without baring a single inch of skin. Elowyn, in that moment, appeared like a living masterpiece, and Kaito found himself quietly mesmerized by the artistry of her being.
He picked out some damn good clothes.
More than that, he was happy to see her.. trying. No matter how diligently he tried to conceal it, an undeniable sense of guilt lingered within him. The awareness that he had played a role in diverting her from the life she once knew weighed heavily on his conscience. While the circumstances leading to their current situation might have seemed inevitable, it didn't alleviate the emotional burden he carried.
He grappled with the uneasy realization that, despite the reasons that brought them together, he had, in a way, disrupted the course of her life. He knew that his life was, well, not for everyone. Regardless, she was trying, and made him feel just a little bit better.
He intentionally cleared his throat, a deliberate signal of his awakened state, before addressing her with a groggy tone. "Good morning, El," he greeted with a tired but genuine smile. "You look..." What's the word? "Cute."