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"Oh." Well, it wasn't an answer she understood, but it was at least some form of answer. Maybe she should ask---no, no no, she shouldn't, Christof said so. Aaa. Well. Um. Now she didn't know who to ask, but she didn't want to press the issue with the Igor.

When he moved forward to get the light, Amrita found she had to roll slightly onto her back as he reached and leaned over her; unsure of where his bed ended she reached up to curl her fingers into his night shirt in the off chance she'd fall. Her stomach knotted painfully and her poor heart lept into action then, her face darkening further. In the first few seconds she couldn't understand why her entire body reacted, but it only took her a moment longer than that to get a vague idea.

"Um...!" She squeaked out, quite against her own will.

...Or did she have less of a tendency to bite? It is a mystery~~~

Only no she didn't. She had never bitten anyone before and was unlikely to start now. As he adjusted she did the same until she was comfortably curled against him, laying on her good arm with her hand still gripping his shirt.

"Um...Ah...J-just..." She stammered, unsure of what to do or say now. "N-nevermind. It...it's probably silly." As it usually was with her, anyway. Regardless, he was being incredibly nice to her, and keeping Lizzy's words in mind, thanked him in the most recent way she knew how; by leaning up enough to give him a kiss on the cheek. Or...at least where she remembered his cheek being. It was kind of dark.

A small part of her realized that she had missed, but only a little; but that was okay. Technically she hadn't broken her promise to Lizzy. She couldn't help the blush that remained on her cheeks, or the pleasant ache that bubbled in her stomach, or how her heart insisted on beating as he reciprocated the (however accidental) gesture. On the long line of things she couldn't help nor could she explain, at the very top was what she did next; tilting her head just enough to press a very shy, awkward little kiss to those stitched lips of his.

His smile spurred one of her own though hers was certainly more shy about it. The sour but strangely sweet formaldehyde smell to his breath was calming to her, yet it was nothing compared to the reassuring weight of his arms around her, drawing her closer to him. She wished she had use of both arms to try and return the gesture without letting go of his shirt, but alas, fate had not been so kind. For now she merely tried to look at him through the darkness, unable to see him in the shadows but suddenly rather self conscious knowing that he could likely see her.

"Thank you, f-for letting me..." She meant to say 'stay', but the gentle brush of his clawed finger caused her pause, her head tilting back slightly and eye squeezing shut for a moment as a whole new set of bats fluttered about her abdomen.

She wasn't sure why she found the knotted pain in her stomach pleasant, nor did she know what this meant for them anymore; what Lizzy told her had been etched in to her mind, but to her nothing had been solved. He'd avoided, in some way, almost all of her questions. Actions did speak louder than words, but if you didn't quite know the meaning behind them it was almost counter productive.

This certainly was complicated...but she found she liked it.

Yes, Amrita did feel safe. She felt very safe. Their history was full of things that should have made her feel otherwise, from the day they met on the train and he wanted to take a saw to her limbs right through to and passed the day he hit her for stepping out of line. But right now, she felt this was the safest - and most comfortable - place for her to be, even if it was on a bed (and dear jack she didn't like beds). She sighed out the breath she didn't realize she was holding and closed her eyes as well, that slight smile returning to her lips.

Before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep in the comfort of his arms.

Amrita was out like a light. Her exhaustion and the stress of such a fulfilling day of learning kept her out even though she was generally an early riser herself. It was also mildly helpful in the whole not-waking her bit as he left the bed. She noted his absense, but only as far as a low whine at the sudden chill; she remained quite unconscious otherwise. The door closed, and still nothing. Moments passed before she stirred, the sudden lack of large body beside her making her reach to cuccoon further into the blankets; belatedly, it hit her: she was alone.

Instantly her eye opened, staring at the wall where there should have been an igor, and after her drowsy mind processed and understood this, she sat up quickly - perhaps too quickly - to look around the room. Work area, chair, floor, parts, Scruff, things - but no Christof. Why was he gone? Did he leave because of her? Did she do something wrong? When did he leave? How long had she been alone? Why did he leave her alone? The questions just repeated themselves, and she was now, regretably, wide awake.

She gave a low whine of distress, looking incredibly unhappy (and disheveled thanks to, you know, just waking up) while shuffling forward to sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the old blanket to her chest. He was gone now, but he had to come back, right? So she resolved to stare at the door until he came back...or until she had to take another course of action.

She really hoped he'd come back.

The longer he was gone, the more discouraged she felt. Maybe...she really did something wrong? He didn't seem that offended! Scruff was stared at for a moment; she wanted to go feed the mini, but she didn't know where Chris kept his food, and didn't exactly want to go rummaging around to find it. She did however, offer many a pet once he was on the bed with her, scratching behind his ears and around the, well, scruff of his neck. By then she was pretty down, already deciding if she should leave or not.

"Ah...g-guess he's not comin back." She murmured unhappily to the minipet, getting to her feet and shooing the scareon off the bed just long enough to make it for him; she could do that for him at least. Her mind was too far in her own thoughts to register the soft shuffle on the other side of the door until she reached out to grasp the door handle; it seemed to open on it's own in that moment, and she was left to stare in wide-eyed shock at the Undead on the other side.

"...y-youcameback?" Amrita squeaked out in pleasant disbelief.

Her attention instantly found the tray he was holding, blinking down at it in surprise. He...he left to get breakfast? That was...so sweet! No wonder he was gone for so long! All the distress she had felt melted away, and for a moment she looked as though she was going to cry; she felt really silly for doubting him. What was she thinking? Bad Amrita!

"F-for me?" The ghoul murmured, carefully taking the tray from him. "Thank you! But you...you didn't have to, really..." How could she tell him she didn't really eat? He'd put so much effort in to all this! The room was given a look over, wondering where she should sit; since she didn't really neat nor did she really use her own bed, she wasn't quite sure what manners said about eating on the bed.

The wilted flower was pretty though, and she couldn't stop bringing her gaze back to it.