Fay, whose arm was currently elbow deep in a vase, waved it pointedly at Kurogane, begging to differ. He is cleaning, see?
He came to a stop on the porch and took up a lean against a supporting wooden beam. In the setting sun, his eye flickered down to the sliver of exposed skin at the neck of Kurogane's robe - its line dipping slightly lower than Kurogane usually allowed, unless he was hot - then slid his gaze back out into the garden and the tall walls surrounding it. "Taking a break, Kuro-sama is..?"
Fay's thoughts strayed immediately to the ninja's new arm. It was still early days and he suspected that Kurogane was still adjusting to life with it (rather than adjusting to a life without Fay in it - a quiet voice supplied), so a little discomfort was to be expected, and, as with any recent injury, resting it was usually a good idea.
"Lazy~" Mokona chimed, bounding over to the bench.