The Sleeping Beauty

"Can I ask you something, Rey?"

Esme was back to laying on Rey's bed—not that he minded, of course.

At some point, a thought did cross his mind that once Esme left, her sweet flowery scent would remain imprinted on his bed.

He didn't consider this a bad thing, though, so he let her have at it.

'But… what would Alicia think if my room starts smelling like a different woman?'

He had heard from someone that women had that kind of superpower, but he wasn't so sure about how valid the claim was.

Still, was it a risk he was willing to take?

The fact that he still let Esme lay on his bed proved that to be the case.

"What is it?" He responded with a question of his own.

With the two of them already talking about the Grand Calamity, Rey's rising fame, and pretty much all of the current things that had happened in Esme's absence, she was pretty much up to speed with his life.