Days. They'd been fornicating, bathing together, eating together, and fornicating more for days. So many interesting things happened and so many boundaries were pushed by this man that the flickers of Artoria Pendragon's instinct, Hoshimi Eri made quite a few appearances over time. Artoria hadn't been counting the time, she'd fallen into enjoying each and every moment. Hoshimi Eri kept herself outside of it as much as possible and so... she had an accurate account of the days that passed and the activities that had so far taken place.
She watched with cold calculation as Gilgamesh swaggered towards her again like a man on a mission. And in turn she managed to look impassive, except... there was still that fire in her eyes, even when her gaze did not quite match the idealism of the form this world was most used to. Half a sheet was pulled over her flesh, important parts of her body were covered but it did not seem like she was making much effort to cover herself. Instead her left hand came up to catch an apple thrown her way with a single bite taken from it, and that little dagger danced across the fingers of her other. An ornate dagger, a gift from the King of Heroes, one even she liked as she used it to comfort herself even in moments like these were she was tossed forward as a last ditch effort for Artoria Pendragon to gather herself. She sank blade into flesh of this apple, cutting pieces for herself with the precision that only a trained killer or chef could manage. She did not hit the core instead an entire piece of said flesh was held upon that knife's blade and placed towards her mouth as she cut her eyes at Gilgamesh. "Six and a half days, is the answer to your question. And you can wipe that smug look off your fucking face, Gil." Oh, right, Hoshimi Eri was no polite Queen of Camelot... "And did you ever stop to think that breaking down metaphorical walls is exactly how you keep ending up with me on the surface?" she questioned as she ate. "I told you to stop fucking with me. Every time I surface she becomes a bit more like me..." she voiced her complaints at being made the dominate force in this body repeatedly. She'd surfaced more times in the last week than she had over the previous thousand years and it would be difficult for her to keep appearing this way. It would seem she had no problem with Gilgamesh on the whole, but more of a problem with her own rising so many times to greet him over the last week of bliss. She'd been equally treated to his non-sensical elation. She was still confused by him. Even now she ate an apple he'd bitten and found herself strangely comfortable in his presence. She trusted him, but kept being flung forward whenever certain triggers were breached. It was like Artoria Pendragon was withdrawing ever so often to leave things to her trusted alternate whenever it was convenient to her.