"How are you feeling?" I asked, lying sideways on the bed with my face resting on my palm.
"Refreshed," Ume murmured, opening her eyes after sleeping for twelve hours straight.
When she fell unconscious, I carried her to her room and stayed here, waiting for her to wake up.
She turned towards me, her hand touching my cheek, and asked softly, "Why aren't you wearing your mask?"
"I thought you would like it if you saw my original face when you woke up," I replied, scratching my temple.
"That's a very narcissistic thing to say."
"So you don't like it? Should I wear the mask again?" I muttered, reaching for the mask placed on the table beside the bed.
"Why are you in such a rush!" Ume mumbled, grabbing my wrist from behind. "I never said I didn't like it."
With a faint smile on my face, I turned to her side again as I continued the conversation, "I heard you formed your third tail. Congratulations on your breakthrough."
"Thanks," she whispered, her fingers playing with her hair.
