Zumi frowned, looking at Yammo in mild alarm at the idea of members of the most skilled and feared assassin's order near their home. But the Yiga were already outside of town, and even with that potential threat, not only was Hateno the safest option that would also have a midwife on hand...
It was really the only option.
So that would just have to be something they got used to, and nothing else they could do about it.
Instead of worrying about that, she frowned at him. "You want to show them a picture of me with my hair a mess from sleeping?" she grumbled at him.
But she knew he'd just tell her to dig into her travel pack there on the floor next to the bed and brush it, and she saw the wisdom of his decision to have that technological thing make that picture, so she reached down into her travel bag and searched for her brush.
"You're lucky I like you, or I might have to hit you with my brush for this. Making a woman try to look presentable for strangers the second she sits up in bed."