Bedridden in Eientei
It had been a few days now since the accident that got her into Eientei. Well, not quite an accident - Orin would certainly never label the savage beating of a death god as "accidental". Being required to stay in bed was the worst part. Orin wanted to be out and moving, not stuck buried under sheets. Still, there wasn't much she could do, was there?
A sniff, the cat tasted the air. She did that often to figure out who was nearby. And this time, she caught a familiar, heart-lifting smell. "Satori-sama," she called out without thinking, turning her head to the door, hoping to soon see her master and owner open it, "In here. I was hoping you'd drop by."
















