Yumeiko initially turned only enough to see that Miyuki had emerged from under the bed before she turned to face her more fully. That was a fair question, one Yumeiko could answer with another.

"Do my followers often come into your space unannounced?" The priestess studied the more traditionally-behaved yokai for a moment. "You don't terrorize them or do anything to them if they enter, do you?"

Yumeiko moved to the other half of the room, examining the mess and forming an empty hardlight bin, since the other had been filled. "You're right, though. I probably shouldn't be seen cleaning this. Yet, also," she turned and looked at Miyuki, "I would rather [i]you[/i] not be associated with it, either." She formed a broom in her hand and laid the fresh bin down to sweep the debris in. The hardlight filtered out mugs and washable things that should be kept.

She blushed, disguising a turn away from Miyuki as a turn in her sweeping, even as the familiar task lowered her guard a little. "We're very similar. It wouldn't do for either of us."