Cross couldn't help but chuckle as he realized that for the second time in a row the young Tala had become knowledgeable in a pleasurable experience beyond anything that she could have felt possible... then immediately passed out into a lovely slumber. He sat there on the bank of the hot springs for quite some time, smiling down at her and occasionally caressing her face or patting her leg lovingly, until she stirred and murmured, apparently distressed by something either within her dream or deep within her consciousness.
Realizing that it had grown quite late and the two should be retiring for their next day of training anyways, Cross walked over and picked up his trousers sliding them on quickly and then bent to pick up the long gown he had gifted to her just an hour earlier. Walking back to Tala and kneeling by her side, he slid his right arm under her neck, propped her up and pulled the dress over her head, the garment now hanging haphazardly around her neck. He paused to chuckle again, amused about how ridiculous she looked and how completely out of touch with her surrounding she was. She was completely vulnerable to him and had obviously given to trust him to some degree considering she was obviously letting down her guard with him and letting him demonstrate things that would likely addict her in the near future.
Tugging at the dress a bit to pull it over most of the upper half of her body, she stirred again and muttered some profanity and this time Cross stifled his laugh, hoping he could actually pull off getting her back to the room without her waking again... she would need the sleep for he was going to work her over and over repeatedly in the coming weeks with little to no mercy. Hoisting her up over his right shoulder, he reached down with his weak left to pick up their rucksacks and made the brisk walk back to the Inn that they had been staying at the past two nights. Smiling smugly to any of those who gave him anything remotely like a sideways glance about the elder gentleman with the young girl, he was back to the Inn, keying the door and laying her down in bed within twenty minutes.
He turned to the equipment area and began setting out and preparing the tools for the next day's training, when he heard her sit up with a yelp of panic. Spinning around within a fraction of a second, it would have been clear to any who might have observed his reaction that Cross's reflexes were nothing less than enviable. Instantly focusing on Tala, he noted that she was looking at her arm which had not quite made it through the sleeve when he redressed her and that she had likely awoken out of the sheer disorientation that the unintentional binding had caused her. Speaking softly to reassure her, Cross cleared his throat to first get her attention, "Tala... it's alright, you're back at the room..." Once she looked to him and smiled sheepishly with a lazy nod, he added firmly, "Now go back to sleep." With a small grunt and a quick motion, she had removed the dress that was inhibiting her from moving freely and laid it reverently at the side of the bed, then flopped back down upon the pillow and was making small whistling sounds almost resembling a snore within the minute.
Once he was done with the gear, he removed his trousers once again and tossed them over the arm of the chair and looked back over to her, smiling at the naked form he could see strewn about the covers of the unmade bed from earlier that morning. Then it struck him... it had probably been decades since he had last left his bed unmade. His rigid discipline, military training and his subsequent lack of a bed for years made it such that he was mindful to press down every crease of any sheet or blanket he may have been afforded, in the hopes that he would be privileged to return to the bed the next night. For twelve years now, he hasn't ever had to worry about what someone else might deign to furnish him, nor would he ever have to trouble himself with it again. In fact, he could hire someone to make his bed every day of the week and twice on Sundays, for Master Thorgrum had seen that Cross was well compensated for his years of service.