Tessai had left Ururu and Jinta to watch the shop as he accompanied her on a small walk. He understood how cooped up she must feel. It hadn't been that long, but he could already tell that she did not know what to do with herself... A walk would help. So long as he went with her, she would be safe. He could mask their reiatsu and if something showed up he could at least use kido until the area's shinigami appeared.

They went to a small art shop and she purchased some paints and some canvas that was not stretched and tacked to a wooden frame. It was the sort they kept for wall scrolls and things of that nature. She picked up some other things as well.

"What is all that for Erisia-san?" Tessai inquires.

She smiles. "Art has always been a hobby of mine and I feel the desire to paint again. Thank you for accompanying me so I could get some supplies." She says in that sweet polite voice of hers. It made Tessai smile... Of course he enjoyed interacting with people and helping them as well. He always had.

It was such a lovely day out that neither was truly inclined to rush back to the shop. They kept a lazy pace, conversing lightly here and there... Though they didn't seem to need to speak much... Both were just trying to enjoy the nice, warm day. At least the company was pleasant enough. To Erisia, Tessai was a very strange man. Quiet but warm... there was something nurturing about his aura. Of course that might be because he was a kido master. Not that she fully understood what all that meant... But it seemed because of this he was much more aware of things around him.

They return to the shop after stopping to pick up some things for dinner. It was only just lunch time... and they found that Uruhara had returned not long before they had. He arched a brow at the bags she was carrying from the art store but said nothing for now. He was still trying to process everything he had learned from Isshin.

Uruhara smiled and greeted them and commented that lunch would be ready shortly. Nothing fancy just some rice and some fish. Erisia busied herself helping out in the kitchen...

"How did your errands go, Uruhara-san?" Tessai asks.

"They went well enough."

"I take it you learned something interesting while you were out?" Tessai could read him fairly well but then they had spent the last hundred years under the same roof.

"We can talk about that later." Was all Uruhara said, Tessai just nodded. It would not do to start speaking of it here and now when Erisia might come in at any moment.

They ate lunch, Erisia cleaned up and then retreated. She shut the door to the room she was staying in and opened the window... She intended to paint. She'd had the idea while she'd been cleaning up from breakfast. She was going to make something to thank the man who had saved her life. She'd said thank you but she wanted to do more... somehow. She wasn't sure how it would be received but... she had to try.

She carefully placed the small drop cloth she'd purchased - she didn't want to make a mess after all. Then, she unfurled the scroll canvas, using a few things to keep it weighted so the edges wouldn't curl back in on themselves. She then took out a thinner charcoal stick and began to sketch the scene from her memory... the same one that was in her sketchbook... that one would stay with her.

She was careful and took her time. She wanted to bring even greater detail to this one. After all, the man who had saved her was someone important in Soul Society and she wanted to try and create something that was worthy of him. She wasn't sure she would truly be able to accomplish it, but she was set on trying. She had just finished sketching the outline she'd be following for the painting when Tessai-san informed her that dinner was ready.

She made her way out of the room, being careful to shut the window and also the door so that no one could spy what she was working on. She ate and then helped clean up and then returned to her work in her room. The next time anyone saw her, it was growing quite late and she emerged with speckles of paint dotting her hands and forearms and a smudge of it across one cheek.

She had managed to finish it... The outline had been the hardest part, once she'd gotten to the painting for some reason it all just started to flow. She hadn't really been aware of anything else, just the painting... She had completely zoned out. And by doing so and letting the muse paint itself, the detail she had achieved was breathtaking... Right down to the razor's edge gleam on the sakura petals...

She looked over the work she had done and decided to add a couple last finishing touches. First, in the bottom right corner, her name and a simple thank you. Then in the upper left corner, the kanji for my savior. She smiled to herself. There were a lot of other things she could have added... but that would have been too much... She felt it best to keep it simple. Something unobtrusive that would not detract from the scene she had preserved here. Satisfied, she cleaned her brushes and put her supplies away.

The painting would have to dry now... she carefully moved her futon away from it just enough that no movements she might make in sleep could affect the it in any way. She was so desperately tired... She'd unconsciously poured her entire soul into the painting and it left her drained. Once she was sure everything was put away, she wearily rose to leave her room to clean up so she could go to bed.

Uruhara had used her hiding out in her room to discuss his findings with Tessai-san. The man who was usually so quiet was making some very stern comments about what would have happened to Hito had the man still been alive. Uruhara bounced his theories off of Tessai. They continued to theorize back and forth until Erisia emerged from her room... It gave them time to pause and make more tea... They continued talking long after Erisia had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.