He pressed a kiss to Arthur's forehead and got himself upright, kicking his legs over the side of the bed.

"As you have already worked out, Kusuriuri is not my name. It is not a name at all, in fact."

He stood, tugging on his hanten to ward off the chill before he padded over to the hearth to collect the bowl of warm, clean water, and the soap and washcloth from their bath.

"I was not lying when I said I have no name to give."