Midnight. The moon was high in the sky and night birds were stalking their prey. Ame managed her way back into the ship and was pleased to find the halls mostly empty. She crossed the distance to Kamui's room, and let herself in as carefully as possible. So not to disturb the man. Under a blanket of darkness, she crept to the bathroom and removed her harness. Unloaded her gun and counted her bullets. Washed her hands and arms, then quickly stashed her harness in the hamper. As she started to pull her shirt off, the door to the bathroom opened and she swiveled around to face it. Was nearly startled to find Kamui on his feet and eying her as though she'd mowed over a puppy on her way home.

His red hair was loose around his shoulders and he stood before her in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Arms crossed. As she peered at the man, he cocked an eyebrow towards her and motioned to her clothes.

"I can smell blood across the ship."
She knew that.

Didn't even try to defend herself or deny that it was blood. After a long pause, the woman tilted her head and pursed her lips.

She hadn't wanted to do it. Nothing in her could justify what she had done, but her only thought was the child. She had to get him back. It was as if it was her own younger brother, and she couldn't abandon him to Iori's mercy.

Though Kamui expected an excuse or snarky remark, Ame pealed her soaked shirt off and discarded it onto the floor. Carmine smeared the white tile, and started to dry on the woman's skin as soon as the air hit it. A cloth was grabbed and wet. Dragged over her body until no trace of blood was left and Ame replaced the white gauze over her stitches. She didn't say a word as she dropped her pants and stepped into the man that had been watching. Tucked her head into his chest and stared at the ground; unresponsive.

He didn't move, but when Ame's arms snaked around his back his anger melted away to curiosity and he found himself peering down at her. Wordless in every sense.

Something was wrong.

Beyond her leaving for well over three hours, her own self imposed time limit, all hint of her usual cold shoulder or snark was far gone. As if Kamui had somehow managed to break a wall down without knowing where it was or doing anything to destroy it. When his fingers tangled into her hair, Ame clutched him tighter and flipped the light off. Erased the image of her bloody clothes from his sight. They didn't speak as they returned to his bed and when they laid down, she clung to him as if he was the only lifesaver in the broad ocean. And he wondered why. But she wouldn't speak.

They spent the night like that. Quiet and huddled together. Though Ame didn't move beyond letting Kamui shift into more comfortable positions, he suspected that she wasn't sleeping. That she was wide awake, staring off into the shadows of the room and blinking against his side. He wondered what had happened, but knew she wouldn't tell him if he tried to approach it. Wasn't he the one that usually came back coated in blood? She was usually the waiter. Standing off in the window, watching the scenery change or the time shift until he returned to her and snapped her out of it. But now that the roles were mostly reversed he didn't know how to feel. When he returned, it was usually a joyous occasion. People cheered, everybody was pleased, including Ame, and even if he was in a bad mood, she would work to change that with her pep talks and whatever else she could use.

So she wasn't bothered by death. He'd shoved his arm through a human's chest in front of her and she'd barely flinched.

The fact that she wasn't twisting in her sleep or shouting meant that she was awake. Abuto had told Kamui that the poison could have brought some things to the surface and that they could fade again. But Kamui didn't mind that much. He'd been more startled by it than anything. Still, Ame had made a point of avoiding staying in bed with him as she usually did.

"Oi,"
Turning to look down at the woman through the dark, Kamui leaned up on his elbow. She didn't move, and took a moment to speak again, gently prompted by a lock of hair being tucked behind her ear.
"Are you feeling better?"

It wasn't what he'd expected. The second her voice cut through the dark, Kamui immediately thought of her unusual return. Thought he'd gain some insight.
"Yeah..." Nearly humming his answer, he felt the woman nod into his side. She breathed a simple "That's good", and left it at that.