As of late , it seems as if each sortie has been returning in rather rough shape. While the reports are positive and explain it anyway every time ā carelessness, distraction, "you should see the other guy", it's undeniable that it's left a bit of work on Suigetsu's hands. This fact is difficult to ignore now, as she sits upon the engawa, diligently sewing a torn uniform back into repair. As each hole is patched up, fingertips run softly over thread, the fabric melding together and leaving no sign of damage or repair.
Of course, perhaps it made more sense to simply use magic to begin with. But the tactile repair, to see her fingers weaving the stories closed, something about it brings peace to the Saniwa, as if closing the chapter on the risk and danger once more ā and in that moment, finding reprieve from the stress that lies beneath the surface. After all, putting themselves in harms way... it's only natural to be worried, isn't it?
Song softly filters through the air, an enka tune hummed past her lips. The red kimono beneath her is frayed and torn, yet with time and diligence, repair is brought to it once more. Her gaze softens, though just as she finds her mind about to wander, the creaking of wood brings her attention away from her work, and to the one who the kimono belongs to.
Eyes rests upon Izuminokami with no emotion betraying her features, smiling slightly more upon seeing the small bandaid upon his finger. " I see that repairs have finished, " she begins, bringing her attention back to his visage, " though, it may be an hour or so before your clothing are repaired. Perhaps you'll accompany me? "
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