Belinda sat down on the sofa, drying her long hair with a towel. She finally got a chance to look around the room properly.
Apart from the faded, old sofa, all the cramped room contained was a small bed, a narrow table with chipped edges, and a clothes hanger.
Now she understood why Aymon, used to the vast forest and his luxurious house, was so uneasy. Heâd probably never been in such a confined, stuffy space. It was natural that heâd feel trapped.
âAymon, are you nervous?â
ăYes. This is small. Too narrow. For what Iâm used to.ă
Aymon awkwardly said in broken sentences.
âWhat on earth are you talking about?â
There was no answer. Aymon kept on scratching the window frame, producing a sharp metallic noise. The moon rose above the chimney smoke of the village. Its light reflected on Aymonâs fur, making him look like the cutest beast in the world.
Iâll book the biggest room at a nice inn the next time I have to stay in a village.
âAymon, you should go wash up too.â
Belinda said to the leopard, still lost in thought.
He took his paw off the window frame.
âDo you want me to wash you? You wouldnât be able to turn on the tap with your paw.â
ăWash me! What do you take me for!?ă
Aymon suddenly burst out angrily.
Belinda was dumbfounded.
I was just going to pour some water over you and give you soap, why are you being so defensive?
He started screaming, ears folded back, as he ran around.
The funny thing was, the angrier he got, the cuter he looked.
He went back to scratching the window frame.
ăYou donât know anything, Breedee!ă
More claw marks appeared on the thick pillar.
We better pay the repair fees for that before we leave. The pet cat had a bit of a tantrum.
âWhy are you so angry?â
ăYouâre just soâŚă
Belinda sighed and extended her arms.
âI donât know whatâs wrong, but Iâm sorry. Calm down and come here.â
She said softly.
ăâŚâŚă
âHmmm?â
Aymon didnât need to be coaxed much. He leaped onto the floor and walked over to her.
ăYou really donât know anythingâŚă
Before he knew it, heâd resignedly curled up in Belindaâs arms.
She smiled. The little animal was warm, and even his grumbling sounded like a lullaby.
So maybe she didnât know anything, but she could still see that Aymon was lovely. His cuteness was irresistible. But any attempt of nose-booping would surely be met by a (harmless) punch.
Aymon also washed up and quickly dried his fur. Belinda started to turn off the lights until all that was left was a candle next to the bed. The silent darkness made the desolate room feel even more desolate.
Belinda put Aymon onto the bed and pulled the blanket over them. Already half-asleep, she saw the small beast still standing up on the bed.
âWhat are you doing? Wonât you sleep?â
The room was so dark that she couldnât pick out Aymonâs figure. All she could see was a pair of eyes.
After some contemplation, Aymon turned around and silently headed to the other end of the bed, settling down at Belindaâs feet.
âDo you really like feet that much?â
You perv.
Aymon sat up.
ăWho??ă
He burst out again before lying back down.
Belinda slightly pushed his soft back with her foot.
âAre you upset?â
He pretended not to hear. Instead, he replied with a very unthreatening growl.
âAymon. Aymoooooon.â
She gave him another push.
He scooted away in protest but soon wrapped his tail around Belindaâs ankle.
God, heâs so cute.
Belinda suppressed her urge to laugh. That would really make him sulky.
The little bundle of warmth next to her was the loveliest thing in the world.
After a while, Aymon raised his head and silently scampered across the blanket.
He looked at Belindaâs face and pondered for a moment. The spot under the blanket next to her looked very cozy. He could sleep in her arms if he only took another step.
The impulse was about to outweigh his worries as he lifted his foot to take a step, but he stopped. Lying down by her feet again, he gently sighed, tossing and turning.
He slammed down the blanket and covered his face.
ăIâm going insaneâŚă
It was a sleepless night for him.
***
âAre you tired?â
Belinda asked as she put a hat on the leopard.
ăYeahâŚă
He replied halfheartedly, in a dreamy voice. His usually sparkling eyes were overcome with exhaustion.
âYou must have had a hard time sleeping in a different bed âcause youâre so sensitive.â
ăIâm not. Youâre the one thatâs too easygoing.ă
âI sleep well everywhere! Where I used to live, whenever it rained, weâd just get water pouring down on us while we slept.â
Belinda replied jokingly, recalling the old inn.
They stepped out to see Daisy standing proudly, ready to go. His fur seemed especially glossy.
âYouâre early. Did you sleep well, Daisy?â
He looked happy. Clearly a night away from Aymon had done him good.
He leaned down to allow Belinda to get on.
Then he saw the leopard in Belindaâs arms, complete with a pouty expression and cute hat. He couldnât help but laugh every time he saw them like that.
ăYou! ă
Daisy turned around and set off before they could start a dispute.
***
It was already afternoon. Aymonâs sleep-deprived state was apparent from his lack of provoking comments towards Daisy. Although it was daytime, the thick pine forest didnât let much light in.
Before they left, the owner of the inn where they stayed the night warned of bandits, but Belinda didnât care much. She had Aymon. If a bandit appeared, theyâd have to worry about getting hurt, not her. Aymon had been on edge lately, so she doubted the bandits would stick around long.
Daisy walked along a narrow path, trying to avoid the tangled vines of the forest. Aymon was dozing off. The smell of crushed grass surrounded them.
According to the map, theyâd be traveling through the forest the entire day. Belinda was used to traveling on bumpy roads, butâŚ
Aymon must be having a hard time.
She always thought he lived out in the forest, but seeing his lavish house proved otherwise.
Would a noble Shinsu, used to sleeping on soft pillows, be able to get by with no option but the floor?
Daisy was a wild horse, so heâd be fine, butâŚ
Her head was filled with these thoughts. In a way, she was using them to distract herself from them nearing their destination.
They only needed to cross a canyon before arriving at the village. Just a few days until sheâd need to face her buried trauma.
Her heart was constantly pounding with nerves.
She looked up from stroking Aymonâs fur for a moment and saw a huge log on the road.
It was then.
Daisy suddenly stopped. The stomping noise came closer and closer.
âHuh?â
Belinda looked around. There seemed to be someone waiting for them.
Bandits.
The noise surrounded them. It seemed like there were a lot of them approaching.