Calcharo idea of sharing a bed was… unique. For lack of a better word.

Arms crossed with his back against the inn wall, the male remained distanced from you. Only the hilt of his blade rested against the bed—an addition that took much persuasion on your end.

"… Focus on resting already," Calcharo mutters, recognizing your gaze despite his eyes remaining closed. "We may not have the luxury of sleeping in a room next time."

His words were stiff as he broke the silence, but he was right. In a time still recovering from the Lament, safe spots like these were few and far between outside of nations. Sleeping on the field was something he was accustomed to; remaining alert was second nature to someone like him.

He didn't need to rest in a place like this; he only purchased the room for you. Your concerns about him in response were unnecessary.