In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]

Chp 8 "Just Enough Room"

 "Little mouse," a quiet voice called to him from the depths of sleep, a tender hand resting on his shoulder. He groaned, rolling onto his side. Who was that? Why were they disturbing his sleep? He was so very tired...

"Mama M, let me do it! I know just how to wake him up!" A nagging voice called from across the room. Bernadette. That one was unmistakable, even as his brain was still mostly asleep. She was lingering in the doorframe, her arms crossed protectively over her chest as she watched Edovan sleep.

Margara sighed, looking back at Bernadette. "I told you, child. Now go on, get!" she shooed her away as she spoke. Bernadette opened her mouth to protest, but when she caught the look on Margara's face, her jaw snapped shut. She pouted, but wandered off, mumbling to herself.

She turned back to Edovan, a hand coming up to touch his forehead, then his cheek. He had been so flushed and sweaty when Yagaritte had brought him out of the laundry room, but he seemed fine now. She was worried he might have caught a chill, or worse, a fever, but that appeared not to be the case. She put her hand on his shoulder again, this time shaking gently. "Come on, little one, it's time to get up," she said softly.

Edovan groaned, squeezing one eye open to look up at her. "Is she gone?" he asked, daring not to look at the doorway in case she had silently snuck back.

Margara laughed heartily. "Yes," she promised him, helping him sit up. "I'll tell you a secret," she added, picking up a small stack of clothing from her lap and pushing it into him. It was Edovan's suit, all clean and dried, and even patched in places where it had more recently torn. "She's a lot more scared of you than you are of her," she finished, grinning. She stood up, brushing her skirts down. "Now get dressed, we've got something to show you."

Based on his previous experiences with Bernadette, Edovan doubted very much that she was afraid of him, but he would just have to let that one go for now. Margara waited for him just outside the door as he got dressed, quickly stumbling into his pants, still somewhat afraid that Bernadette had somehow snuck into the room unknowingly. His suit felt so nice, soft and warm. He sighed contentedly as he sat back down to put his socks on. His body was still tired, and ached more than it ever had before, and he was sure only a small part of it was from the physical labor. But even so, he felt his heart swelling. He'd been through a lot, before he'd arrived, and since, but it certainly wasn't all bad. And... Yagaritte. He pictured her face, sweaty, rosy cheeked, surrounded by a halo of strawberry blonde. His heart skipped a beat. The way she had cared for him, bringing him to her bed... and! He blushed deeply, remembering her secret words. Where was she? He was more than a little disconcerted to find her not there in her own room. He was in her room, but without her, it might as well be Bernadette's room.

He got up, pacing in front of the bed for a minute, thoughts swirling in his head. Yagaritte aside, there had been so much happening. And now they had something to show him? Margara hadn't seemed upset, in fact it was quite the opposite. She had been kind and gentle. So it couldn't be something bad, could it? And she'd said 'they.' He wondered who they was. Her and Yagaritte? Everybody at the inn? Had he messed Mint's work up beyond repair? But, no...

He made a small sound of aggravation, sighing to himself as he bent to slide his feet into his soft boots. He supposed the only way to know for sure was to leave the safe confines of Yagaritte's room and go see for himself. He inhaled deeply, steeling himself for just about anything, and opened the door.

He stopped abruptly, looking out ahead of him. The hallway was full of people-- Bernadette, La, Svie, the twins, Margara, of course, and quite a few of the other girls he hadn't met yet. He found himself instinctively looking for Yagaritte, his heart sinking a bit when he noted her absence. "What...?" he asked softly, looking from face to face. Mavka was not present, either, he noticed. "What's going on?" he asked. Certainly he wasn't being punished now. That was clear, but...? What was happening, he still had no clue.