"Lady Tsunade, this is Seiri," Kakashi answered easily, completely comfortable in the presence of the Hokage. The red head silently wondered if they were friends.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Seiri. So how can I help the two of you?"

Taking the initiative, Seiri stepped forward, "I need a place to stay for the night. Just so I can get some rest and then I figure out where I'm going from there."

Her face twisted into that of confusion. "What do you mean? Do you not know where you're headed?"

"It's... kinda complicated. Nothing that would endanger your village though, I promise."

"Who are you running from?"

My face was blank, void of all emotion. I gave away no hints that I was lying when I said this. "Not so much running, I'm visiting a friend who lives a little further past your village. I've just been traveling a long time and I need to rest up before I head off."

"Oh well I'm afraid we don't have any open spaces… hmm…"

"She could stay with me if it's only for the night."

Seiri's turned her gaze towards Kakashi. He was putting her in a dangerous position. As a Priest, she was forbidden to put herself in situations of temptation. And as her feelings kept telling her, there was some subtle hints at attraction towards Kakashi. He was cute and seemed very collected and rational. Unlike so many others she had known. But to stay even a night with him could be complicated. She didn't want to compromise her honor. Whether or not the council approved, she was a Priest. She always would be. It was the only life she knew, even if those of her same kind were rejecting her.

Loyal, to a fault...

The red head's hopes were dashed as the Hokage said she agreed so long as Seiri didn't mind. She hesitantly said she didn't, not wanting to appear rude or ungrateful. And the thought of being out on the road again just because she was too skeptical to accept someone's offer just seemed like such foolish reasoning. Her honor depended on her control over herself. Something she was a master at. As long as her head was clear, there would be no issues.

Though, before she went to Kakashi's house, she ran back to Konohagakure's outskirts to get Jun. Now that Seiri had a place to stay, he didn't need to stay out here all alone anymore. Kakashi asked about the horse but she only gave him the briefest of answers. He was her horse, the only one who really seemed to understand her in this crazy world. And she had only left him out here because she had been unsure if it was alright to take him into the village. Then Seiri took Jun to a stable, at the suggestion of the silver haired man, where she paid the young boy who worked there to take care of Jun.

Kakashi's house was immaculate. The cleanest Seiri had ever seen. She had to admit she was impressed.

He had offered to let her use his room but she told him that was unnecessary and she didn't mind sleeping on the couch. It was his home, after all, and her staying there had been so sudden and unplanned. She didn't want to impose. Plus, she wasn't going to be here that long and she didn't want to steal his comforts from him. He merely shrugged when I told him that. He didn't press the matter any further either. And when it got late, he even cooked dinner against all her protests to let her help him, though he never did. While kind, it all made her feel a bit useless. So she simply occupied herself by fixing a few holes in the bottom of her cloak, using a small box full of needles and thread that she had brought along with her.

Dinner was soon finished and the duo sat at the table together, Kakashi serving the meal he had prepared. They ate in relative silence, but it was a comfortable one. It wasn't awkward for Seiri in any way. She was used to this type of stuff. But she didn't know how Kakashi felt. So she decided to start up a conversation.

"Thank you Kakashi, for everything you've done for me," she said.

"It was no trouble, don't worry about it" he replied, nonchalantly.

"It's really a great kindness, especially when you don't know me at all."

He waved his hand, dismissing what she said. "It was no trouble. I was glad to help out. But I do have a question for you."

Seiri looked at him curiously. "Yes?"

"Who are you really? I've never seen anyone dress like you do. And you seem to have an air of confidence and calculation about you…" he trailed off, not wanting to give away too much of his thoughts on her.

She took a deep breath. Should she tell him? It wouldn't hurt. A lot of people knew of her organization. But that was at the village around the Temple. Perhaps rumors could have even reached here too? Maybe?

"I'm… a Priest" she started. Kakashi went to take a breath to speak so she quickly intercepted him, "We're not monks so please don't confuse the two. But as a Priest, I learned to logically think through a situation and deal with it accordingly. As well as the basic rules of my order to preach of the deity we follow, as any religious folk would do. But we don't just pray over people and offer council. We're healers, as well as warriors…" She trailed off. It would be unwise to speak her next thought.

She looked up at him and left the sentence hang there in the air. For a moment she thought he was going to ask her to explain further, but he didn't. He only nodded and smiled. "That does explain quite a bit. We've heard little of your organization. But some information has come through Konoha about the Priests."

"You know of us?"

"Like I said, only a little. People are very tight lipped about your organization for some reason."

"They shouldn't have to be…" Seiri said, thinking over everything her Order did, all the pain they caused. She didn't agree with most of it. They were supposed to be divinely chosen, but all the heinous acts the Priests carried out disgraced that, in Seiri's opinion.

"Why's that?"

She snapped out of her trance when he said that. "Oh… nothing. Forget I said anything."

"Alright. But it's late. I'll clean up the dishes before I go to bed."

"I'll help-"

"No need, I got it."

"You're so stubborn."

"I know." He was smirking as he took the dishes away into the kitchen.