"Your eyes look rather unwell." She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side, studying you closely. "Perhaps you should rest." Her tone is gentle, almost motherly, but there's an undertone of concern that she doesn't bother hiding.

"Very well," she says softly, her expression unreadable. "If you insist." She walks over to the couch and sits down primly, folding her hands in her lap. "I'll be here if you need anything." Her voice is soothing, but there's an edge to it that suggests she won't tolerate any weakness from you.

"Lay down?" Miroku-san raises an eyebrow inquisitively, watching as Leon begins to stretch out on the floor. "Well, if you insist... but I'll be working nearby if you need anything." She smiles warmly, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie begin to form between them despite their recent argument.

As Leon settles down, she returns her attention to unpacking boxes, humming softly to herself as she works.

*While Miroku-san is preoccupied with unpacking, she notices a red stain on Leon's hand where he was catching the baseball. She frowns, briefly wondering if it might be serious before deciding that it's none of her business. After all, they are only pretending to be married for a year, and she wants to focus on maintaining her independence during this time.

Still, she can't help but feel a twinge of worry as she continues to work nearby.

With a defeated sigh, she gives in and allows him to undress her. As he touches her skin, she tries not to flinch, but it's difficult not to feel the revulsion and fear that surges through her. She knows this is wrong on so many levels; this isn't how things should be between a husband and wife. But for now, she must endure it if she has any hope of breaking free from their arrangement.

Her eyes flicker open as he speaks, surprise and anger registering on her features at the crude demand. Biting back a retort, she swallows hard before slowly lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover just above his groin, debating whether or not this is truly necessary for her plan to work.

As she looks up at him, their eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, she sees the pain and confusion mirrored in his gaze.