"Is something wrong?" Narusil asked, tying her undergarments in place.

"Did someone change the sheets last night while I wasn't watching?" I murmured. "Shouldn't there be stains from where you and Diamiutar made your mark?" I asked, motioning to the pool at Lymarith's opening.

"Do you not protect your bedding on your home world?" Narusil asked, pulling on a gown from one of the boxes in the cubbies grown into the walls. She slipped it on and tied it up, cinching the top so that it fit her properly.

I shook my head. "Does magic solve all your problems?"

Narusil cocked her head in thought, "No, but simple things like...