#kamieri

      “  Why are you talking to me?  ”

      A HAND was raised to place on her chest to motion towards herself, the sleeves on her yukata fell with gravity as she did so, markings of  taboo to the world of the gods revealed in the process.  “  I’m a Nora. You shouldn’t talk to me.  ”

      AH. Was she just complimented? She was accustomed to his rambling these days, finding it a tad endearing. But she caught something in that rant, causing her eyes to widen ever so slightly. Cheeks flushed for a moment, quickly turning her head away.

      “  But I might hurt them.  ” SHE responds rather softly this time, hands subconsciously tracing long her arm, the yukata safely hiding the markings that spoke against kind words. She was so afraid of commitment, the suffering her first master once caused her. It was her own fault for not saving him fast enough. If she was quick enough, her wouldn’t have met his demise.

      “  Not everyone, though, I suppose..  ”

      SHE’S unsure of an answer to that question, hesitating to even try. She wanted to say yes. She wasn’t expecting to make an acquaintance like him, one who was so set on conversing with her to get her to talk. Eyes gazed down for a moment, fingers interlacing with each other.

      “  You are.  ”

      “  You’re not okay.  ” WORDS were blunt, a hand hesitating to reach out towards his wound. Was it even okay to touch him? A simple touch could be so destructive. Even still, she wanted to help him. He was injured.. the Ayakashi seemed to get him pretty good. Fingers softly touch the injured arm, concern and worry filled in her gaze.

      “  You need to treat that or the blight will spread.  ”