“Ah, no thank you. Horrible stuff.” He spoke stiffly and hoarsely. He throat felt like sandpaper. He felt his lips quirk awkwardly in a half smile and shook his head. “I … um, well I need to get home … I hope you don’t mind. I sort of raided the linen closest for a blanket and pillow for Hakuba. Thank you for the hospitality last night … could you apologize to Hakuba for me? … ah …um tell him I’ll call later or he can visit … you too if you want .. the Kuroba home isn’t as big as this place but ….ah …um …..right."
He closed his eyes and scrunched his brow against the headache. “I’m sorry, I should probably go … yeah ….”
He found himself trailing off and heading towards the door. The nightmare had left him far more shaken than he realized.
"You’re fine, dear, and I’ll let the young master know. Are you sure that I can’t get you anything at all?” Baaya watched him, wondering how much she was allowed to take care of the boy. He and Hakuba were obviously close, but until there was some sort of official word on the subject, she probably shouldn’t interfere…
As if she could really resist. “Tea? Water? Cake to take home? Oh, you must at least take what we prepared for you from last night’s dinner, all wrapped up and ready to go."