She pushed the door open and stepped aside, light spilling into a modest but cosy home woven right into the trees.
"Sara", she said casually, as if reminding him of something obvious. "That's my name."
He blinked. "Oh. Hello, Sara." He said awkwardly.
Sensing his lingering stiffness, she waved a hand. "Relax. You're safe here."
She led him down a short hall and opened a door. "Guest room. The bathroom is through there. Make yourself at—" she paused, looking him up and down, then disappeared for a second.
When she returned, she was holding… Clothes.
Pink clothes.
Very pink clothes.
Satiny. Soft. Sleeveless. With shorts.
Arian stared. "…Those are yours."
She tilted her head. "Yes?"
"They're—"
"I'm taller than you," she said matter-of-factly. "They'll fit."
"They're girl pajamas."
She shrugged. "And what you're wearing looks like it's actively plotting to strangle you in your sleep."
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "I'm not wearing that."
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