As Selena descends the ladder, giving up on her suicide, she returns into the arms of the green-haired woman. The two of them embrace each other in silence, and the world around them disappears for a moment as the sky begins to darken.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, Clemence! I almost thought of it, I won't leave you." Selena's voice shows genuine guilt.
How sweet. I'm still here? Hello?
"I hink mah nose es broen" Arata protests. While he is happy to have done some good, he's not so happy as to overlook the beating he took for it. I guess it's a happy ending?
"Ah, so sorry, sir, wait. What were you even doing up here?" Clemence questions Arata under the assumption that there is a reasonable explanation. Somehow, she assumed that Arata could even tell her after being hit across the face so much.
Clemence realizes, "Oh, let's get you patched up. There are basic medical supplies inside. We should probably bandage that. Don't worry about your nose being broken; there are no deformities, so it's likely just swollen."
Arata follows the two women inside as Clemence begins to tend to his wounds. She applies ointment and bandages up Arata. The two of them stare at each other in awkward silence, or what Arata wishes could be silence, but instead was the creaking of the floors below. Oh, right… Someone didn't want to be here with those noises.
"Hey, Arata? Can you send me back to the theater already? I wanted to stick around for that, but I don't wanna hear those wanton cries. Angels are pure beings. I can feel my halo corrupting just by the sound. I wanna go to sleep, it's already dark out." Ravenna begs, feigning exhaustion in her voice.
Yeah, no, your half a halo is already dim. Do angels even need sleep? Whatever, I'll discreetly make the prayer. Arata brings his hands together as Ravenna disappears. In return, Clemence immediately faces him and warmly smiles. Arata stares back at her, confused since he hasn't said anything.
"Thank you for your gratitude, Arata. I thought you were just a foreigner, but you're also well-mannered… I didn't expect you to be so pious, though. I can feel a holy, righteous energy radiating off of you." Clemence's expression is warm; there's even a slight blush.
Huh? But I didn't say anything? What's with her? Is she a psychic?
Clemence chuckles, "Oh, sorry, I should've explained before anything. My magic gives me a sixth sense for intent. You offered a prayer of gratitude; it was hard to tell the direction, but I thought it was pretty obvious since I was the only other person in the room."
I see, she can't tell the specifics, that's good… I dunno how I'd hide the fact I'm from another world around her. I wonder… how come she killed me last time if she knew I didn't do it? Can't quite recall her words. Maybe next time I'm back in the theater?
Arata tries to sit up a little, planning to get back to searching for a place to sleep for the night, when Clemence grabs his arm.
"If you don't have a place to stay for the night, the rooms on this top floor are just basic hotel rooms. I'm sure the boss wouldn't mind you staying here. Consider it my gratitude, explanations can come in the morning. Sounds alright with you?"
Arata's face lights up at the idea of a free place to stay. Sounds great, I get to sleep. The last time I was in a bed was in the hospital, damn… that's sad. My muscles ache from the exertion without any form of rest.
Clemence leads Arata into one of the bedrooms, which looks more like a storage. Dotted around are various crates, furniture pieces and items for the girls, which Arata looks away from the intimate fare in a blush. He fixes his eyes on a bed for two, although he's the only one sleeping in it.
Clemence chuckles, "Oh, you're pretty innocent, funny that you'll be staying here-" She stops upon noticing Arata has already collapsed onto the bed.
Ahhhhh, sleep, how I missed you. I thought I was going to die of exhaustion. This bed feels unfamiliar, but I just gotta hope this wasn't used in the past. I couldn't care less right now though.
Arata sleeps through the noises coming from the floor below just fine; he needed the rest. He planned to use tomorrow for "information gathering".