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Saraf jerked so that he was standing up straight as Arima reappeared, wearing something vastly differently then what she'd been wearing initially. Was this because the woman that ran this place though that Arima was his mistress as well? Maybe this was the only thing that they had on hand that would fit her? He really had no idea what he should think or say when it came to... all of this. He gave a little shake of his head before he said, "Good, good... I'm glad that they could help you find something..." Not what he was expecting at all, but it worked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... come on then. We should see about getting you home." He wasn't sure if this outfit was one that a Lady of Oba wanted to wear around for too long, not when all sorts of people could see her in it. It might be embarrassing for Arima but at least she had a veil to help cover her face... not that it would help given her very strange, very unique coloring. That wasn't exactly something that someone could just cover up so easily.

Starting forward with the young woman at his side he said, "I'm sorry that it wasn't the best time out given everything that happened." It was a strange day for sure... and possibly one that she might see as being at least memorable? She was thanking him for today and he felt that it was exceedingly nice of her to do given that the day hadn't gone swimmingly. If nothing else at least he had been able to get her out of the tavern before anything untoward happened, right? That was one upside at least. He was actually glad that he'd been without his sword after everything that had gone down or else it would have become more complicated. A fist fight was bad enough, but a sword fight would have been a pain to explain to his superiors. He was glad that hadn't come to pass.

Saraf found himself shaking his head, "Not... weird, just different from what you wore before is all." He didn't think it was weird, didn't think that it was bad, it was just very different was all. Not that he knew what her normal wardrobe looked like. She could very well things like this all the time... he'd only spent time with her twice after all. It was different for him he supposed was a better way to put it?

"Hm?" t seemed as though she wasn't took upset with the way that things had gone, huh? That was good at least. He didn't want her to think that the day was a total wash as he knew he wasn't exactly the best company that one could get. He knew that there were better, more sociable people out there, whereas Saraf was... Saraf. He was a soldier, one that was better at fighting then chatting, that didn't really tend to spend a lot of time doing this sort of thing. It was a strange day for him completely with only the fist fight being something he was used to since it was a form of fighting. He gave a humming sound and said after a moment, "No, not miserable. Different then what I am used to but not bad."

There was a silence between them as they walked, with the two of them falling quiet, the only sound that of their footsteps for a while. It was Arima that spoke up, suddenly putting a hand on his arm while asking for a 'last chance' which had him turning to look at her quizzically. She wanted a 'decent ending to the day' which had his mind racing between various provocative scenarios. No, no... this was a girl that hadn't ever even been to a tavern. Surely she wouldn't be asking for that sort of thing? No, it seemed it was more that she wanted to visit one other place, one that wasn't a tavern at least.

After a long, silent moment of contemplation he dared to ask, "Where is it you wish to go?"

Saraf nodded his head feeling that calling today a 'different sort of day' was the best way to describe it all. He wasn't sure what was going to come of all of it but at least the day hadn't ended on a sour note? There was a worried voice in the back of his head that said the day wasn't over but he refused to think about that and instead decided that he would just see how things went. The worst that could happen would be him needing to punch someone else in defense of the naive girl's modesty he supposed.

"Hm?" Where she wanted to go was 'a bit silly' which instantly had him worried. Where did she want to go? Surely no where worse then a tavern full of drunks, right? As she described what she wanted to see, a high vantage point that would allow them to look over the city, he gave a sigh of relief. Good, good... it could have been far worse he thought to himself before he looked around the area. It seemed that she recalled a place where one could see the whole city, some place she'd gone for tea, and as such he guessed that meant she could lead the way? He gave a thoughtful sound, checked the sky to gauge the time of day, then nodded, "Alright, we can check that place out, then we will return you to your mother. Lead the way?"

Saraf glanced down at her as she caught hold of his hands, finding that a part of him wanted to jerk his hands away from her... but he instead took in a deep breath, holding it, before letting it out slowly. It was fine, not as though she was starting something with him or trying to attack him. There was no reason to jerk his hands away and as he thought this she was already releasing him, turning away so that she could seek out the path that would lead to the vantage point that she was seeking out. It seemed to take her a moment to laid out the path they were going to take but he nodded when she pointed, "Alright then."

It seemed that they were cutting through the marketplace, which meant dealing with a lot of people, so he'd have to keep a very close eye on Arima. He didn't want her wandering off and getting into more trouble after all. Tilting his head to one side he asked, "What sort of stop?" While he felt that if it was a quick stop that they would be alright he couldn't help but to wonder what the girl might be up to. Giving a slow nod he said, "Well, not as though I would just leave you behind now." If he was going to give up at any point it would have been after the tavern, not now. He could think of no real reason to wander off at presently since she wasn't really being a hassle or a bother.

As Arima started to walk he did the same, falling into step alongside of her, glancing from side to side as they went. He'd keep an eye on things and make sure everything was on the up and up as they moved toward their destination.

Saraf followed along after Arima, curious as to what the woman was up to. It soon became clear-ish, that she wanted to get some bolts of silk cloth... though why he wasn't sure until she explained to him her plan in detail. It was one that might work he found himself thinking before he looked the silk over. Something to distract his mother, huh? An excuse as to why they had taken so long... better buying silk and spilled tea then explaining what really happened that was for sure.

After picking out a nice, deep gold colored fabric that his mother was sure to like, paying for it out of his pocket before looking to Arima and said, "There is to hoping the plan works out. It sounds like a good one to me but you never know sometimes." He was sure the worst that would happen was his mother scolding him if she found out... but here was to hoping that never happened. Or if it did that he was long gone, back to patrolling the desert with his unit when it did come to pass.

"Alright, do you want to continue in our search for the vantage point you spoke of or is that an adventure you want to hold off on as it's getting late?" He'd leave it up to her but since she was buying them time through the means of trickery he wondered if they should cut their loses and head back now? He'd see what Arima had to say.

Saraf glanced at the item that she was holding out to him, for a moment worried that she wanted him to wear the thing. Much to his relief though she said something about how it was a gift for his mother. He gave a nod of his head as he took it from her, "I will pass it along to her for you." Saraf was protective of his mother, having warded off various things he saw as a threat to her... but this girl didn't seem threatening in the least bit. As such he didn't mind handing off a gift to his mother from Arima... so long as his mother didn't get the wrong idea about it.

"Huh?" Did he promise? Oh... he gave a humming sound then said, "I don't know... maybe? My time off depends on a lot of factors." His unit was one that travel out into the desert to take care of various outside threats after all. He rarely know when he was going to be home so it might make things difficult. He glanced at her and said, "It's... possible." Motioning to her with his hand she said, "Come on, let's head back."