Sheena shifted back to allow room on the bed for Yukari, grabbing her discarded shirt to clean her face with. That was when she realized she wasn't wearing it. And Yukari was right there. Oh well. Too late now. With a sigh, she set the shirt aside and pulled the covers up a bit for modesty.

"Yeah... keeps the soul clean or something," she replied, blowing some of the hair out of her face. "I don't... do that. Often. Or really at all." Not unless something shoved her face first over the edge like this had and everything associated with it.

Sheena rubbed the back of her neck to ease the crick in it, before she gently took Corrine's bell back into her hands. It wasn't much too look at, to be honest - round, no bigger around than a single gald, and it shone with a tarnished gold color that spoke of age and hardship. One one side, there was a little dent in a corner from her time in Sylvarant, back when she and Corrine had been enemies to Colette and the others. It wasn't noticeable, the bell's sound unaffected, but Sheena knew it was there.

Resting her hand with the bell in her lap, Sheena looked at it for a long moment before she suddenly looked up at Yukari. "Since when am I your ninja?"