Three Steps from Masquerade[Amaranta, Klein, Saber]

Saber was a little...out of it. No, perhaps more accurately, she was exhausted.

All at once, all of the screaming, the crackling, the slow creeping slivers of her own thoughts and personality intruding on itself had ended all at the same moment. And so...she was exhausted. As if she had been awake for months and suddenly she had a moment's quiet to rest. And well, with nothing immediately around to endanger her, she'd practically collapsed on the spot. Snatched up in Amaranta's arms, more or elss bundled up in the shreds of her old Gillian Coal, she was curled up in Amaranta's grasp, clutching her newly formed Zanpaku'to.

And more or less, sleeping throughout the trip as she was carried off somewhere. Certainly if she weren't so tired she would be rather amused that Amaranta was being so vigilant about their agreement.
Something to enjoy later, no doubt.

Saber stirred ever so slightlyas she was set down on the rather large expanse of bed. Shifting only slightly to gently tighten her grip on her zanpaku'to in her sleep. for all the world rather out of it. Her exhaustion had still taken priority, and in her present state, that low, subliminal awareness of her surroundings, she did not pick up on any spiritual pressures she wasn't familiar with. And so as she was laid out, she relaxed, and a better sense of her was able to be taken.

She was indeed quite large. As one might expect from one evolved from her particular rung of the hollow ladder. Certainly she seemed stable. No fluctuations in her spiritual pressure. all the normal signs of a healthy arrancar. Estigma, mask fragments. And the Hollow hole there on her left arm, straight through the bicep.

Her eyes opened ever so slightly as Amaranta settled beside her, but they didn't quite focus on anything. A soft noise escaping her nostrils. Awake, but not quite alert. In the early stages of rousing from her sleep, woefully snipping such budding notions that may have seeded in Klein's mind. But all the same, perhaps assuaging some worries that might have otherwise formed.

"We're on Earth..." She observed.

Saber slowly sat up from the bed, the cloak slipping from her shoulders as she started to rise up. And in an instant, her head was a bit above Klein's and almost up to Amaranta's chest despite still being seated. She blinked a few times before she let her eyes slowly drift to the pair of them, and then down to the sword in her grasp. She recognized what it was. Instinctively, after all it was a piece of her. But all the same, she let her gaze shift around to her surroundings, and she noticed the shift in Klein's demeanor from before. At least somewhat. Truth be told, she had not seen some of Klein's more insidious or..... lustful behaviors. After all, she had been a gillian. And so, by comparison to her own experience, he was about as flirtatious as he had been beforehand, if only a little more.

"I half expected you to have a blade in my face. You're rather good-natured for an arrancar." She murmured toward Amaranta, before glancing over to Klein, a slight twitch and swivel of her ears as she eyed him. Not tired, but there was a sudden, sharp astuteness to them as she seemed to study every inch of him in the span of a second. and she recognized the look he was giving her.

This certainly explained his behavior prior, and she couldn't help but wonder if he planned on bringing her to that little boss of his. "You seem pensive. And not as ...'psyched' as she seems to think you aught to be. Something on your mind?" She ventured calmly, before slowly standing up, taking a brief moment to let her eyes scan the place. A brief sniff to scent the air. Was this where he spent a lot of time? Where Amaranta spent a lot of time? What other smells would she find?

"I'm feeling...... clear headed. It's... nice... and quiet. And a little weird." She murmured softly.