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Saraf gave a nod of his head before he said in a muttered tone of voice, "Yeah, I suppose. I just worry. You're a lady after all and I'd hate you to end up with a bad reputation because of the teasing caused by our unit." He didn't want her to end up with strange rumors swirling about her that might make things tougher for her when she went back home to her mother. It seemed that she thought that they needed to actually like hear other for things to become really messy though so... maybe she'd be alright? Not that he didn't like her or something, it wasn't quite like that. He found himself feeling a bit dizzy from his own thoughts as they started to chase themselves around in circles like a janarim pup chasing its tail.

Shaking his head he said, "I'm sure that things will work out then since you seem so optimistic about it." Here was to hoping that she was right. Not as though any other members of the Outcast Unit were around so it should be fine. The worst that could happen was a bit of teasing about them being stuck out in the storm together or Saraf rushing off to rescue the damsel in distress.

When she told him to just stay with her he gave a slow nod, "If you're certain." He said, motioning to her follow along after him as he lead his way to their room. It was on the second floor, which meant fewer people wandering passed, giving them a bit of privacy. Not that he was looking for privacy per say but more like he didn't want random ruffians bothering Arima. The only ruffians allowed to do that was the Outcast Unit at the moment! Shaking his head he looked over at Arima, blinking a couple times as she suddenly commented on him being worried about something happening, "Huh?" She was pretty but she was also trusting him to behave? He blinked a couple of times before he seemed to flush a bit, "I... I wouldn't!"

After he declared that his flush seemed only to increase as he realized that he was being too insistent about it and he quickened his steps a bit so that he could let them into the room. He held the door open, letting Arima in first, gave the inn a quick once over, then headed in after her. They were just friends in the same unit, there was nothing like that between them, and pretty or not he wouldn't take advantage of such a situation! Those words repeating in his head like a mantra he locked the door behind them and set to shedding his sword, armor, boots, and other unnecessary accessories to get rid of a bit of weight and a lot of sand.

Saraf blinked a couple times then gave a bit of a sigh, "Yeah... I can only imagine the reaction of our mothers." He wouldn't be surprised if they were pleased instead of angry because it would give them reason to marry their kids off without any sort of choice on their part. They would have to make sure such rumors never reached the two women or they would be married before the end of the month he thought to himself idly.

After he was finally free of what felt like an extra ten pounds that was made of sand alone, not to mention the weight of everything else he'd been carrying, Saraf set to stretching out all over. He had to admit that even though it wasn't a huge journey that the stress of Arima being missing and the danger of the storm had made it feel a hundred times worse then it was. He was glad to be indoors and felt a bit on the exhausted side now that everything was alright and they were both safe. Were they back at camp he'd of set to work banging the sand out of his things but given that there was no way to do so presently he felt himself being a touch unsure about what she should be doing. Standing in place awkwardly was definitely not the answer, that much he knew for sure.

As she mentioned watching up and that he shouldn't watch too closely he glanced her way, noticing that she too was shedding her outer layers of clothing, and instantly whirled around. Once his back was safely to her he said, "Let me know when you're finished." He'd just stare at the wall until then and question his choices up to this point. He really should have stayed in the common room or just outside the door... but he was already here so best that he tried to make the best of the situation.

"Shake what off?" He glanced over his should for a moment, then away again, "I... suppose you could? I was thinking of waiting until the storm is over so I can just shake off the sand out the window once we can open them." He continued his long stint of starring at the wall before she finally said she was done and that he could use the water next. Giving a nod of his head he went over to give himself a quick rinse off, mostly focusing on where he'd gotten scratch up in the storm. He wanted to check the wounds and see how bad they were... but he didn't really see anything worth worrying over. A few scrapes, scratches, and a lot of bruises... but he was sure he'd be fine.

"You should see about tending to any wounds you have and then... ahh... resting up? You take the bed, I will sleep on the floor if the storm lasts that long."

Saraf gave a sharp shake of his head, "No. Everyone knows that I went out looking for you and it would be more suspicious if we came back separately." Everyone would assume then that something had happened that caused them to think they needed to go back separately. Not something that he wanted to even think about because it would just be awkward and bothersome he thought to himself.

"We... well... not 'we' as in together but we as in at the same time we can see about going to a bath house once the storm is over." He suggested, feeling that it was something that could be done since they were in town, "Though we will just end up covered in as much sand as usual after the trek back to the camp... so that might be a waste of time." It would be nice for a moment but at the same time the sand would return to clinging to them after they headed back all over again he was sure. It just came with the territory for those that stayed out in the middle of the desert for prolonged periods of time.

"Eh?" His thoughts seemed to come to a screeching halt within his head as Arima suddenly suggested the two of them just sharing the bed. He turned to look at her, starring at her with his good eye, trying to figure out if she was just teasing him or if she was serious... and found that it was a bit hard to tell. It wasn't until she actually said that she was teasing that he released a breath of relief, "I see..." Good to know that she was just joking, "No... not that... I mean it's not that you're not a... ahh... temptation but... no thank you. It wouldn't be right for a lady to share a bed with a random soldier."

Giving a shake of his head he said, "I'm alright. It's mostly bruises from being pelted with rocks during the storm. I should be fine." He said, walking over to the window to look through, checking on the storm mostly as a way to distract himself a bit. The more that Arima teased him the more aware of her he found himself becoming... which was a bit embarrassing if he had to be honest.

Waving a hand Saraf said, "It's not a bother." It was a massive bother to be honest but he didn't want to say as much out loud. Arima was one of few in which Saraf didn't just say the first thing that came to mind however terse. He wanted to instead actually consider her feelings and since hed didn't want her to think that he was a bother he was careful to think before speaking. Giving a shake of his head he said, "If I wanted to leave you in the middle of the desert I'd of left you to Atun. Not something that I would do though."

Turning look toward Arima he found himself starring at her hard, one eyebrow over his good eye lifting, before he said, "You're a good looking woman hanging out with a man that has been out in the desert for some time. So yes, you are a temptation."

Settling against the wall he looked out the window, watching the sand storm as it continued to rage, "After the storm calms and after we've gotten some rest we will head to the bath house to clean up and then return to camp. Sound good?"

Saraf gave a lazy sort of shrug and said, "Brave enough or stupid enough, I suppose that it could go either way when it comes to facing off against a God for a prize that they seem interested in." It might be a bit foolish on his part to go around trying to steal from a God but he couldn't very well just leave Arima out here. Even if he had no obligation to chase her around as she put it... though it seemed that she didn't want him doing so because she didn't want him hurt? One thing that they actually agreed on, not wanting to see the other hurt he thought to himself.

As Arima mentioned them being in town and that there were other temptations for him he started to laugh a bit, "Trying to pawn me off, Arima? Not very nice." He said, unable to help but find it amusing that she'd bring up such a thing. As though she was trying to get rid of him now that he'd admitted that she was a temptation, especially given the situation of the Outcast Unit. It's why the group tended to party pretty hard when they went back into town... though he'd leave that out or else she might want to tag along to the next drinking marathon at a local tavern.

"Hm? Huh... never thought about that before." Did women look at such things in the same manner as men? Here he'd thought them perhaps a bit more... well, innocent in such matters? Interesting to know that she might be looking at him in the same manner... though should he feel that excited over such a though? Maybe, maybe not? It was kind of hard to say... and it was definitely not something he'd say out loud that was for sure.

Turning to look toward Arima he said, "It's just bruises and a few scrapes... but if you're really that worried about me you can give me a once over Arima."

"Stupidly brave... that sounds about right for me." A perfect description for Saraf across all the various stages of his life he thought to himself, giving a bit of a humming sound for a moment. It was a title that wasn't the best but certainly one that suited him.

Giving a shake of his head Saraf said, "Naw, I'm not really one that goes around chasing any brothel girl just because I have some down time. I will leave that to the others in the group." He said that while waving a hand, not really wanting any part of that. he'd leave it to the others and just relax when he had leave. Though for some reason now he found himself really looking at Arima and considering the idea of going somewhere with her when and if they had time off at the same time. Given what was going on presently they might end up in trouble with no vacation in sight after wandering off...

"It's fine. A few bumps and bruises never killed a guy so I'm fine with running into the storm after you to get you out of it before you were buried in sand." He said, watching as she approached him, mentioning that she was going to practice her magic on him. That sounded... promising... but he'd leave her to it.

"A small cut? That definitely sounds life threatening. You should see to that first." He said, giving Arima a wink as she mentioned healing the 'small cut' for him.

Saraf blinked a couple times then started to laugh when Arima said that she wasn't the type to chase brothel girls, "Is that so? Here I thought given your interest in taverns that might also be interested in visiting other suspect places." Why was it he could almost see her wanting to go and peek in a brothel just to see what it was like inside... here was to hoping it wasn't an idea she got in her head.

"It might cost me an arm, hm? I will have to be careful then. I'm already down an eye, I don't think losing an arm would be all that good for my career." He said, giving her a serious look and a nod before he was grinning once more. It was actually strangely... cute, wasn't it? How serious Arima got when she went into 'Doctor Mode' around him. Best that he let her deal with all of his cuts and scrapes lest she leave him to fall apart to prove a point he thought to himself idly.

Her scolding stopped thought and he found her starring at him, flushed, and well within his personal space. He found himself starring as well before he asked, "Are you waiting for something, Arima? Perhaps you're considering charging kisses for your healing services given the way you're starring at my lips at the moment?"

Saraf seemed to think on that for a moment before he nodded his head and said, "I... could somehow see you wandering off to visit all of those places. Maybe a prison, a janarim pack's territory, perhaps to the ocean for swimming with some sharks?" He didn't want to see her doing any of those things but he figured that he'd offer a few suggestions to go along with the grand suggestions that she'd come up with on her own. Here was to hoping she didn't want to do any of the above...

At the mention of him losing something more then an arm he found himself asking in a teasing fashion, "Oh? Going to steal away my innocence, Arima?"

His thoughts seemed to come to a screeching halt as Arima commented on his lips needing healing before she set to tracing them. As she did so she set to then trying to figure out how much healing each kiss was worth, "Two kisses per wound? Yes... I think that we would end up busy for time to come." And they would likely end up in a whole lot of trouble with the Captain after spending that much time distracted with kissing.

"Hm?" she was leaning in now, all but challenging him to give her the kisses for the wounds that he'd already had fixed up. He gave a nod of his head before reaching out to catch hold of Arima, drawing her in for a kiss. He meant to just give her a quick peck on the lips... but found himself getting drawn into a bit more then just that. She was a temptation after all. More so then even he'd guessed.