Well, let's just say she does look quite good and has a solid foundation. So there's a kind of wild disheveled beauty to her. If it were some average mortal trying to pull off her look, they'd just look like a scruffy wild person.
"Teacher, I think it's more reliable to go borrow a place to stay from the neighbors."
Artie stood at the doorway, suggesting this with a strong sense of disapproval.
This made Fenrir quite embarrassed.
To be honest, it was the first time she'd brought someone home. After all, she really hadn't had friends close enough for this before, so it never occurred to her how someone else might view her home.
Being judged by Artie made her suddenly realize that her place might indeed be a bit messy.
She was the type not to care much about her living environment. As long as there was somewhere to shelter from the wind and rain and a bed, that was enough. She was usually out early and back late, rarely staying inside.
