[The room itself is standard for a single occupant at the resort. A closet, a kotatsu, and a window were part of the features— Vael has likely seen similar in his or other rooms. Kazuha already has tea steeping on the tabletop, and he seats himself into a kneel on one of the cushions around it, pouring two cups.]

Hmm, how long? At least five months, though likely longer due to timeloops.

[Has it really been that long? He's comfortable here, most of the time. Right now maybe not so much; his whole body feels hot, and his skin seems to stick to each other where he has his thighs pressed in his kneeling.

He brings the tea to his lips and wets his parched throat, then once settling it back down, he starts to pack the kiseru again.]

It helped that there are some things that were familiar to me. Monsters and curses aren't unheard of.