White sets his phone down beside him after turning the playlist on then digs a bagged stone sharpener from the pack and setting it on the desk. Reaching back in and taking a sheathed blade from the pack, he draws the heavy tanto tip boar knife and lightly rubs his thumb down the width of the edge in smooth strokes. Each glance off is marked by the slight shinng sound, differentiated by barely changing tone in each little ring. He contines the act over the straight edged portion of the blade, following the wide shape to the fierce tip then back down on the opposite side. After repeating the action twice he draws the edge in diagonal strokes across the stone's rough side, keeping fairly even pressure throughout the broad edge with each stroke.

The coarse sound adds a unique melody to the already playing classical orchestra, a regular beat to the music for several moments before he pauses to check the blade. After flipping the stone over he digs in the cloth bag and pulls out a small oil container, dabbing some of the fluid on the stone then returning the blade to it. A series of smoother ringing strokes fills the air as the edge becomes razor fine, the small burrs sheared off with each pass. Testing the edge after several passes on each angle and side, he wipes down the blade and returns it to the sheath with a barely audible sound against the soft leather and canvas. The stone is wiped down afterwards and returned to the bag along with the periferals, the drawstrings tightened as he drops it back into the bag.

The sound of shifting sheets draws his attention back to the bed, watching as Racheria settles on her side while cradling a pillow against her chest. A low sound brushes from her lips as she calms, creating a slight smirk on his as he is drawn back into a short memory of a younger her doing the same in threadbare sheets. With a shake of his head the memory fades, replaced by a faint clinking sound that his ears start to home in on. Quietly drawing his sidearm he rises from the chair and shifts his weight to his hips, moving down the hallway without noise as the clink repeats beyond it. Sweeping the entry he bumps against the doorframe as the clink repeats, only to be chased by the sound of cart wheels rolling down the hall away from the room. Sighing he returns to his usual stance while flicking the thumb safety on the firearm, holstering it back as he returns to the bedroom before slumping into the desk chair once more.

".... Damn it."

He says quietly as he runs a paw over his head, looking out the window then back at Rach. "I have a feeling you've got a lot more attached to you than you've mentioned."

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Racheria snaps up from her sleeping place while panting hard, the tingling sensation of electricity still fresh in her mind from the nightmare. Taking a deep breath she looks around the room, her gaze falling on White at the desk while cupping his forehead as she remembers where she is. Letting out a soft breath she takes in the image of him languid at the desk, shoulders rising and falling to the slow pace of his breathing. Shifting her legs to stretch out more one of his ears rotates towards the bed, following the slight noise made as she watches.

'Like a passive audio alarm. Another thing he's probably learned to use.'

She thinks as her thoughts return to the prievious dream, an involuntary shudder coursing up her spine spurring her to move.

With slow movements she slips from the sheets to the edge, though apparently not quietly enough as both his ears home in on her movements from the rustling sheets. With light steps she enters into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, seating herself on the toilet after dropping her panties. Several thoughts run through her head as she takes care of business, including the unusual figure that appeared before her dream turned nightmare. Tall compared to a human, the steam rising from around his red-yellow covered body revealed nothing other than body type- until the piercing eagle cry rang out within the dark area and she felt everything lash out with current. Shaking her head she rises off the porclain throne after fixing herself and quietly washing, her mind wanders off while trying to think of where she'd seen such a person to be found in her dream.

After drying her paws off with one of the supplied towels, she shuts off the lights and quietly steps out of the bathroom, watching White's silently breathing form as she shuts the door behind her. The normally minor click of the door latch rings abnormally loud within the quiet room, making Racheria flinch as his ears instantly swivel towards it. A slight shift in his position and his ears return to passively rotating about the room, the bubbling tension released with her muffled exhale before she silently approaches. Once she is within arm's reach she stops, bending over slightly to gaze closer at his resting face.

'..... What the- Holy fuck!?'

She yells out in her head as her throat is locked down, a slight gagging sound flowing from her mouth as everything whitens out and spins. In an effort to escape she tries to fling her hips only to realize her thighs are pinned under a solid weight, unable to do more than give a slight wiggle.

"Rach? Oh, fuck."

She half hears while the grip on her throat releases along with her thighs, making her nearly fold in half as she hacks and takes in air with heaving gasps.

"Wh-" She starts to speak but is interrupted by another series of coughs racking her body as a firm palm rubs against her back. "White?"

"Are you alright Rach?"

He asks, drawing her tear-blurred gaze towards his face and seeing the focused caution in it as he looks her over.

"Other than," She coughs once more then clears her throat. "Being thrown like a rag and choked, I'm peachy."

She says, calming down under his close examination of her. After a moment he glances at her face then does a double take, touching her lower jaw and lifting her face closer.

"...... Uhhh, is something wrong?"

She asks after a few moments of meeting his eyes, seeing the slight shifts and tracing movements of his.

His attention returns to her entire face as he drops his paw from her jaw, shaking his head then drawing it back with slow movements.

"There was change in your pupils. Something I've never seen before." He says, rising and rubbing half his face with a paw. "Granted I've never nearly choked you out or put a blade through your kidney."

Her eyeys nearly pop from her sockets as she watches him pick off a chunk of black strands, brushing a paw over her left side and feeling a thinned spot just below her rib cage as he returns the near-hatchet like blade back to the sheath.

"Holy fuck."

She mutters out, looking down at her side and palm to make sure she's not bleeding.

"That's an understatement. You're not bleeding or injured, so you can stop checking."

He says, watching her with amusement as she looks back at him. "Anyway, you should try and rest some more. I might need you to feel about with your senses in the morning, and I would like you energized for it."

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White stares at her as she struggles with something on her mind, perking his eyebrow once she sighs and nods.

"Fine. But you should get some sleep in an actual bed as well."

She says back, gesturing at the untouched side of the bed. "Because by all that's ancient could I tell Mara was overly happy that you agreed."

White snorts as he seats himself back in the chair, taking off his boots and shirt but leaving his loosened belt and fatigues on.

"What makes you think so?"

"Did her scent not clue you in? Jeez, I know you males are dense about things but come on."

She quips while settling under the sheets, making him pause placing his boots against the bed mid-motion.

"..... Her scent? Was there something wrong with it?"

He asks as he walks to the other side, tugging out the tucked in comforter and slipping underneath.

"Yeah, the flowery, heat infused kind."

She says as she glances over her shoulder as he lies down. "I'm surprised you didn't try humping her leg honestly, it was so rich."

".... I wouldn't have known unless she was right against my face."

He says after a bit of silence, his ear rotating towards her shifting in the sheets reaches it. "I can't smell worth a damn, unless the originating place is by my nose."