I'm tempted to just ignore what's going on in my home in favor of working on those pants, but there's the small fact that if I don't go see what they're up to, they're liable to do something to my house that will take time, effort, or substantial amounts of cleaning substances to remove. Thus I get up off the chair, push it back against the table so it's as out of the way as it will ever get, and set off to see what they're doing.
I reach the entryway and find that Aya is half-naked, somewhat dizzy, and looking like she tried to outrun a laser. Letty, on the other hand, simply looks mildly disheveled yet content with herself. She's also sitting on the crow, using her as a seat for the time being. She hears my approach and turns to look at me. "Don't worry, she's just been 'punished' a little for being such a rude guest~"
"Does that usually entail molesting the one being rude? Forgive me if I seem a little out of touch with the rest of the land, but I am fairly certain that isn't how you're supposed to deal with someone." I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms in front of my chest in response to the snow woman's statement.
"...Well, no, but you have to admit that Aya doesn't respond to normal chastisement seriously. I am rather surprised that she became so weak from just this though, one would think that she'd put up more of a struggle. She practically melted when I shattered her shirt." Now it's Letty's turn to raise an eyebrow, though in the direction of the tengu as opposed to me. At least she admitted that this isn't a social norm, it would have been awkward as all hell if it turned out that this is actually how women deal with other rude women in their homes.
"Still, I think you've chastised her enough. Kindly get off her so I can set her someplace a bit more comfortable. She may not be human, but I doubt anyone would appreciate taking a nap on a hard wood floor." As much as I might have wanted to just hand Aya off to someone else to take care of her, it's cold out, I'm busy with my work, and I did want to talk to her once she wakes up.
"If you must... I'll be waiting in the kitchen while you decide where to put her. I did distract you from your work, so I'll keep an eye on things until you get back." A quick peck on the cheek for my trouble, and the snow woman is off to do precisely what it is she said she would do, leaving me alone with a half-naked Aya.
First thing's first then. I take one of the non-magical coats off the coat rack and cover the tengu's upper body with it, and while it may not preserve her modesty, it will at least keep it from being trampled any further. Second matter, picking her up. It might just be me, but while I do feel her in my arms it's not enough to strain me. She's definitely light enough, but she smells just a bit odd. It's somewhat familiar, but it's hardly important so I shove that thought off to one side while I carry her upstairs.
About halfway the stairs up I heal a small 'splat' sound, not unlike a thick fluid landing on hard ground. A quick glance reveals that this is exactly the case, and to make matters somewhat more embarrassing, said fluid is originating from Aya herself. Odd, but irrelevant. At least for now anyway, odds are good I'll have to clean her up a bit before letting her rest. I will have to clean up the floors too, since the dripping is getting a bit more frequent now.
Unusual dripping aside, I finish carrying her to my bed and set her down on it. First order of business after that is to get a towel or two from my bathroom to minimize the mess the tengu will make when I leave her there. I shift the jacket around to where her breasts are once again exposed and find that little beads of white-ish liquid forming at the tips of the nipples. I make a note of that as I check around for the source of the earlier dripping, and find that it's her crotch that's responsible for this. ...Rather than try to wipe that off, I decide to just fold up the towel and set it directly underneath where the fluids are dripping off, then unfold a second towel to cover her chest. I re-apply the jacket so that she can stay covered until she wishes to take it off, and step away.
...I decide to take a minute to check my window just to make sure that it's locked, since Aya was right about my having stalkers. One of those stalkers probably happens to be that annoying Jack Frost, who'd probably have no issue with kidnapping a woman in her moment of weakness. Once I'm sure that such an event won't happen, I head downstairs to continue on with what I had meant to do originally, before I was distracted.
What. The. Hell. Ivan bridal carried a horny tengu who's practically out of her right mind with lust and couldn't resist even if she wanted to up to his room, put her on his bed... and tended to her by drying her off, making her comfortable, and walking off to let her cool down on her own? I can't tell if this guy's a gentleman, oblivious, or somewhere in between the two, because even I'm feeling a little hot from smelling that skank!
Rather than stick around with that crow until she gets to me, I decide to just keep tailing Ivan when I can to try and get my mind off what just happened. Of course, I think 'oblivious' is the right answer to my previous question, since the crow also seems to be somewhat catatonic. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was 'trained' somewhere down the line and Ivan couldn't tell what that actually meant. If I weren't so bent on taking him as my mate and felt that his lack of knowledge about the female body's workings wasn't so sad, I'd say his innocence is endearing. However, I'm of the strong opinion that he should be stained and broken until he actually feels something.
And with the way things are, I'm the only one who actually stands a chance at it.
Meh, I'll just keep at it for now and wait for an opening. He can't be kept under watch 24/7.
I keep having the oddest feeling, like I'm being watched or some such nonsense. Eh, rather than worry about that, I get back to the kitchen myself so I can keep going. It's probably only been five, maybe ten minutes, but I feel a bit nervous about leaving a concoction on a burner when I'm not there to oversee it personally. Not to say that Letty would intentionally screw me over, it is just that I would prefer to do this myself.