Zoemi get out of the bathtub and started drying himself with a towel with an absentminded expression, torn between worrying about the magicless girl's health and keeping an eye on the bandits lying in ambush.
Although the long time that it was taking the merchant to show up was starting to get on his nerves, it also gave him an opportunity to take care of the brown-haired maid-in-training.
"Tsk... clothes..."
The black-haired boy clicked his tongue when he reached his hand towards the rack where he usually stacked the change of clothes as he went for a bath and realized that he did not remember to do so this time around.
"I will just have to make a run for the closet. I hope it won't bother her... what do you think?"
Zoemi sighed while affixing the large towel around his waist while using a smaller one to dry his hair.
[She looked kind of out of it, I bet she will not even notice.]
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