"In summary, that's basically how things went."
Fushimi Roku paused, then added, "Instructor Shirota insisted that all the trainees walk back. They're probably still on their way now."
"So... we're in the inn now?" Minamoto Tamako was still a bit dazed.
"That's right."
Fushimi Roku gently placed Minamoto Tamako's head on the pillow. His leg was numb from the pressure, and now he could finally stretch it out and warm it in the kotatsu, enjoying the bittersweet relief.
Last night, he tried to put Minamoto Tamako on the bed, but she clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go, her whole body red as a boiled shrimp. Helpless, he ended up serving as Minamoto Tamako's human pillow, warming her bed for most of the night.
Minamoto Tamako snuggled into the blanket and whispered, "I knew it, Fushimi, you're actually a gentle person inside."
