She came back slowly, dazed. Blearily, she realized there was a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. It took Fuiasu a moment to get control, but she did. And finally met Atsuki's eyes. Taking his hand and dragging him with her, she swept into the nearest room and slammed the door shut behind her. Unable to help herself, she began to pace after she let him go, as she thought.
Atsuki studied the woman, wondering. He had not meant to bump into her and had wondered if for a moment, his life was going to be ended for his clumsiness. His Lady was not exactly known for her kindness towards the servants and though his own station was slightly higher than that, he did not doubt finding a replacement healer would have been a problem. So when she had dragged him into an empty game room, he had been surprised. But the blankness of her eyes only moments before worried him and as she paced, he recognized in her a woman who had something to say, who had need of someone to listen. So silently, he waited.
Every so often, Fuiasu glanced at him, wondering if he were capable, if he could do it. She had never seen him handle a weapon, only a small blade for incisions. From what she had seen of the male, he was not overly talkative and did not seem to like others, human or demon. He was surly, arrogant and did not care to interact with another being unless he was sewing them up. Abruptly, she stopped and stared him down. "How are you with a blade?" she demanded.
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