Warm warmth wraps me up and I want to stay wrapped up all the time.
"... um."
I don't want to wake up yet and rub against that warm warmth. Then it hits something hard but it feels good again and I don't want to leave.
Couscous. And a laugh comes down from above and opens his eyes gradually.
"... eh?
There was Elle looking at me as she opened her eyes and held me and stroked my head.
I desperately spin my still awake head, but I don't know why I'm sleeping in the same bed as Elle, and I can't leave because Elle's tight arms hold me even more when I try to leave.
"Huh!? Oh, El!?
"Good morning, Rose. Is your body okay? Is there somewhere painful or painful?
Because Elle is holding me tight so that I can understand the situation, I can't turn my head well.
"Oh, good morning? Not... but how could Elle? Me, I'm sure they caught me. Huh!! What about Anna!? Anna is safe!?
"Calm down, Rose. Rosé's maid is safe and secure, and now she's asleep. Rosé's awake. I'll let everyone know. Later, I'll get a doctor too. Sleep tight.
That said, he stroked my head with a pomp and Elle left the room.
(Huh - nervous! What a situation! When I woke up, there was a handsome man. Or your heart.)
"Or what, you've come... Good, really good...
I looked around my room and realized that I had returned safely.
Bang!!!!
The door opened up and your fathers came into the room like avalanches.
"Rose! You're awake.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're safe... really.
Your father and mother moisturize their eyes and hold me tight.
"Good for you, Rosé.
Brother Ricker walks up to me with a crying face, too.
"Rose, is there anywhere hard?
"Does it hurt anywhere?
My healthy uncle was always moisturized and worried about me, and my aunt seemed to distort her face spicy.
"... I'm worried about you. I'll be fine. Nowhere is it painful or painful.
Thank God you're all worried about me. I thought so.
In my previous life, I saved my cat and stayed put, and did anyone grieve me for my death? I imagine so, but I can't think of much. Even Erica, who thinks she's my only friend, is crying when I'm gone. I can't say for sure.
Some people admired me at the school I went to, and we had good company. I suppose. But I don't think there was ever a person who was as sincerely worried and tearful about me as my current family.
I'm so glad I reincarnated here.
"... thank you, thank you...
"Rose, I'm so glad you're home safe. I've been on the Liber lately, so... sorry. It's a bad mother to feel something like this happening. Thanks for coming home safe and sound.... Rosé.
I overflowed with tears and your mother held me tighter than she had earlier. I came home properly free from your mother's warmth and the fear of being caught by those words. I thought so.
Then I couldn't stop crying.
"Mother... you're not a bad mother. It's natural to be clear to your newborn sister. Properly, your mother's love is conveyed. Thank you.
Maybe I gave my face the best it could be messed up with tears, smiling at my mother and showing it to her.
A long time later, when the mothers finally settled down, Elle brought the doctor to examine her condition, etc.
Allen asked the chef for something nutritious because she was diagnosed with mild malnutrition and lack of sleep. I decided to ask everyone to leave the room to let me sleep a little until I could.
"... el?
What's wrong with Elle being the only one still in the room? When I hear
"If I take my eyes off again, I feel like Rose's going somewhere... so can I stay here?
My ears and tail were dripping, and I gladly came into my bed to admit that I couldn't say no to Elle, who would ask me at the top of my head.
"Huh?... uh, el? Not just here?
"Yeah, if you hadn't touched it, you might be going somewhere, right? That's why I'll give you a hug. So you can sleep in peace.
(... yes, no. I don't feel safe sleeping... but if I say no. You look at me with those pretty ears and tails dripping and dumped jeans... and that's unbearable.... you have no choice...?)
Try to think so, I was more tired than I thought I would feel Elle's temperature. It was a quick trip into my dreams.