He grumbled irately, of course Yoshitsugu wouldn't give her her own room.
"Take those pillows and blankets and make a bed on the floor as far from me as possible." He told her, "I'll get replacements."
Amaya didn’t feel comfortable laying down before Mitsunari, wouldn’t be be angry for her being lazy? Her heart was pounding in her chest, slowly smoothing out her bedding as she waited for Mitsunari to come back.
Amaya waited until he had settled into his bed before quietly crawling into her own make shift bed, laying with her back to him. Perhaps this boy was kind?
Every passing day her skin would become more and more grey-blue, and she did everything she could to keep him from being angry with her. She stayed out of his way, kept his room clean, always silently out of his way.
Amaya could only handle so many beatings before she became too tired to continue his room upkeep. She did her best to hide herself away, trying to allow herself time to recover, but he always found her.
"Stop it!" A girl called out but Amaya couldn't really see her.
"Go away, Akihime, this doesn't concern you."
"She's a living being, leave her alone! She hasn't done anything!"
"Exactly, she hasn't."
"That isn't what I mean!"