Sedate
Hiei had not seen Botan in nearly a week, but he was still exhausted. Whether or not he liked her wasn't the issue; being dragged on that blasted oar from sunup to sundown to every place in all three worlds with junk food or karaoke was just not enjoyable for him. If Mukuro had dragged him out for pizza and a slightly less than professional rendition of the latest pop song, it would be the same thing. He would be waiting outside her door, right now, ready to tell her where to shove it.
But when the door opened, it wasn't a girl with light-blue hair. Rather, the woman was dressed in a grayish kimono and had much darker hair, shorter and fastened much more sedately at the nape of her neck. Unlike Botan, no wisps blew about her head, loosened from her constant bouncing. Her eyes weren't bright, either, but a slow, mournful shade of blue.
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Botan is waiting for you," the dark woman informed him in a pleasant, yet tired voice. "She has not spoken of anything but you, Hiei, in quite some time."
Hiei gave Ayame a curt nod and stepped inside, but not without noting which of the personal suites was hers.