[Those winter clothes were ones Mitsuhide had, on occasion, had to argue with the other man about him wearing. Now Motochika is making a beeline for them, like his usual wear was put of the question.]

[Every little 'out of character' moment gives Mitsuhide pause. He can't help but notice each one, and compare it to the Motochika he had fallen asleep next to the previous night.]

Shortly, yes. They may not be awake yet.

[Mitsuhide makes sure to keep his gaze fixed on his mirror as he combs through his fringe.]

Our young charges are not always as routine as a samurai, when it comes to rising from their beds, and those on watch would have already brought it to our attention if they were concerned.