"Thank you for the unintended compliment," Chiyo says to herself, standing from her position outside the window and lightly shaking out the pins and needles sensation in her legs. Circulation apparently wasn't what it used to be.

"Ameko, Rika, prepare my bed," she calls, knowing her servants would pick up the sound, considering they were hiding behind the door. In all likelihood they'd been eavesdropping on the whole thing. Rider's insistence on not wearing a shirt seemed to attract them to wherever he appeared. Apparently, she was the only one with a sense of decorum left in the world.