Lion Head Mesa Lying on the bedroom floor

She had questions.

While he felt slightly less inclined to remain and answer them, he knew better than to shrug away a simple request. If it even was that simple—

Rolling his shoulders in a slow, less-so visible motion, the jodai offered a small nod.

The dark man would join her within, sitting at a respectful distance. He would wait there, offering a small gesture for her to ask whatever she wished.