Raiha knew how he felt. He'd never tell Fuuko-sama about his feelings, though. Not even if he were dying. And anyway, it didn't really matter in the long run. She loved that ridiculous oaf, Domon-or-something, and never him. So all Raiha could really do was protect her, train her and make her stronger.
There would never be anything else. So, he smiled up at her happily, flat on his back. She was crouched over him, weapon's blade an inch from his nose, oh-so-close to taking his life, and she declared her victory with a grin on her face. His grin widened.
"Splendid!" he replied, reaching up and nudging her off of him as he climbed to his feet. He really was impressed by her concentration, and told her so. "Sight, sound, touch," he listed, unconsciously slipping into a ready position as he thought it over. "Not even that explosion could phase your senses." He grinned again and spread his arms, eyes twinkling with mirth. "And you finally caught me!"
Raiha quickly went through an entire lecture on rest and battle-nerves while fighting an enemy, knowing the entire time that soon... Soon they would be enemies, and this was the least he could do for her. For his dear Fuuko-sama. She, of course, brushed the entire thing off with an inane comment about humans and his supposed murderous intent (he wouldn't ever really kill her, not that he'd admit as much).
Smiling at her, softly, gently, enough so that she blinked and stared at him in confusion, he reached inside his robes and felt the cool surface of the stone he had with him, just for her. "I have something that I'd like to give you," he murmured, and when he said what it was, her eyes widened with hurt and disbelief, but also incomprehension. As if she didn't know what to think of his having it.
As if she'd been betrayed. He only smiled and eventually turned away. He could no longer consort with the enemy.