The priestess gasped, surprised as the fluffy black tails wrapped around her, holding her close. Her cheeks flushed, realizing perhaps she was still foolish from sleep and whatever had come over her before Miyuki carried her to bed. She did not struggle against the tails, instead just trying to center herself before Miyuki released her. 

The blond sat back, smiling softly despite herself.

"No, I cannot see the future." Yumeiko raised her gaze from wherever it had settled in thought.

The priestess's blush renewed under that smug gaze and that smug question, and she turned away. "Yes. Yes, I'm done brushing." Yumeiko began to remove herself from the bed. "I, ah, have imposed on your space enough for one evening, haven't I?"

Grooming Miyuki had given the blonde a nostalgic feeling, like sitting with one of the shrine maidens she might have been sweet on. She was quite beautiful, too. Yumeiko barely remembered it, but Miyuki had carried her. A short distance, sure, but the black fox had been somewhat indolent before that. In that moment, however, she had shown the priestess something genuine. Was that lazyiness part of an act?

She stood and took a breath, making a motion over her body with her hands before the line cook outfit she wore changed. As though the cloth rolled into new cloth, from the top down, it changed into a modest skirt and blazer with some gilding here and there. She looked herself over slowly, nodding here and there with approval.