205 Whatever the age, we act the same when we’re in love

Since it was the last day of inspection before going back, we didn't return to the lodging, but straight to the airship parked on the hill. Natha came in time for dinner, and we spent time sorting out the things I bought today while he asked about my day. We lounged on the bedroom couch as the airship moved again, sampling some local wine that Natha asked Arta to procure before. 

"They said I changed," I made my report after mulling over it while holding into a pretty porcelain doll with a beautiful and intricate dress. The doll was of a succubus, so I was thinking of giving one to Zia.

"Who are 'they'?"

"The vassals," 

"Hmm..." Natha, who was braiding my hair, tilted his head and asked over my shoulder. "Changed how? Prettier?"

"Hey, I'm trying to be serious here!" I smacked his leg--which was caging me from behind--and pursed my lips in disapproval.

"Haha," he laughed softly and pecked my cheek as an apology. "So what did they say?"