“Yeah. That alright? Anyone else planning on getting injured, we do have bandages.” I pointed vaguely in the direction of what I fully intended to become my bed in a few minutes.
“Go ahead,” Kewyn said with a smile.
I glanced down the hall toward the ladder into the belly of the ship. I could have followed Levent down there to continue our conversation from earlier, but I was too tired to pester him further. I wandered back to the futon. When I turned to close the door behind me, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I found Levent standing right outside.
“Swords,” he muttered, walking over to where he had left them. I somehow forgot he had been using this room, and so felt obligated to ask again.
“Do you mind…?” I asked, pointing at the futon. The kin shook his head before pointing to the cloth he had been using to clean his swords.
“Do you mind?” He mimicked.
“Not really,” I chuckled awkwardly, not quite sure if he was mocking me or just borrowing my words for the heck of it. I made myself comfortable under the thin blanket of the futon, keeping my jacket tucked around me for warmth. I turned away from the kin as he settled on the floor to resume cleaning his swords.
As I put my head to the pillow, it struck me how odd it was that I had no qualms about the dragon-kin sitting there as I slept. Yes, we had shared a room at the inn, but that had been out of necessity. Strangely, I felt calm despite the current predicament, and I did not try to keep my eyes open as I was lulled to sleep by the sharp sound of cloth against metal.