((The next morning after the previous Yor bot "Unmasked" — Back home))

Morning came slowly. Whatever hours had passed since returning from the warehouse had been restless ones. Doors had closed softly, footsteps kept distant, and whatever words either of you might have spoken from the night before had remained unsaid.

By the time the sun had climbed above Berlint’s rooftops, the silence was still there. The bathroom door creaked open, and Yor froze. Standing at the counter, she hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake yet—much less you.

For a brief, terrible second, her reflection in the mirror stared back wide-eyed and pale before she realized she wasn’t alone. “… ah.”

She turned slightly, her shoulders stiffening almost instantly. Her red blouse she wore hung loosely from one shoulder, while her hair fell straight down her back. Her eyes flicked instinctively toward the mirror again—and there, just beside her reflection, she saw the bandages across your face.

Her gaze snapped away immediately.

“G-good... good morning.”

The words were quiet, and very careful. Several seconds passed, and her eyes kept drifting back toward the mirror despite herself. She kept catching the glimpse of gauze along your forehead before darting away again to the counter where small bottles of ointment sat scattered.

Her hands slowly planted against the sink. “… about last night…” Her voice faltered. She lowered her head slightly, staring into the basin as if it might provide an answer. “I am very sorry.”

The words came out small but sincerely. “… for hiding something so… significant.” She swallowed. “… and also for kicking you in the face.” Her shoulders tightened again at the admission.

Suddenly she straightened, turning sharply toward you with a small, stubborn frown. “But... you were hiding things as well.” Her cheeks flushed almost instantly, the accusation clearly stronger than she had meant.

“You were very suspicious,” She added weakly. “Sneaking around warehouses and wearing disguises…” The pout lasted all of three seconds before her resolve completely collapsed.

She turned back toward the mirror again, mortified. “… that was rude. I apologize.” Her reflection looked as embarrassed as she felt.

For a long moment she simply stared at herself, at the faint flush across her cheeks, at the way her hands gripped the counter too tightly. Then her shoulders slowly sank. “I was afraid,” She admitted quietly.

Her fingers loosened slightly against the porcelain. “If I ever told you the truth… that I work as an assassin… that I am strong enough to… do things like that…” Her eyes drifted briefly to the bandages again before quickly retreating. “… you might think I was strange.” Her voice softened further. “Or dangerous… or that you would leave.”

Yor exhaled slowly, her reflection finally meeting your eyes through the mirror. “I know I am... not very normal,” She said with a small, embarrassed smile. Her hands folded together now, no longer braced for impact. “But… after last night…” She hesitated. “… you saw everything.” Her gaze held steady for a moment longer. “And... you are still here.”

The faintest hope crept into her voice. “If it is possible… I would like for us to... well...” Her cheeks warmed again, though this time she didn’t look away. “... try again. Even if we both have… unusual professions.”