Satira started at him in amazement, not sure if she heard correctly.

"You want me…to…be your mate!" she said finally, disbelieve coating her words. Yoko smiled at her.

"Is that so hard to believe?" he asked.

"Yes it is!" Satira practically shouted. All thoughts of running had flown from her mind. "I mean…look at all the things I did to you! I short sheeted you; I dyed your clothes pink; and disobeyed you all the time. Why would you want me to be your mate?!"

Yoko pulled her close to him. "For those exact reasons you mentioned." He said softly. Satira looked at the ground.

"Yoko" she said quietly, fighting tears. "I…I just can't." she said again.

"Why not?" he challenged. "Give me one good reason and you can go."

She gave him a watery smile. "Why do you always need a reason?"

He smiled back at her. "Because you never seem to have one and that means I can keep you." She choked back a laugh and hugged his neck. Yoko picked her up and swung her around.

"I love you Satira." He said in her ear.

"I love you too Yoko." She replied as he set her back down and kissed her.

Two pairs of eyes studied the couple under the tree. The moonlight gave them a perfect view as Yoko picked her up in his arms and carried her home.

"Bout time." One of them said as the two spies stepped out of their hiding place.

"Good." The other said as he stepped into the light to reveal Kuroune. "Maybe now he will stop daydreaming and get back to thieving."

His companion laughed as she stepped out as well. "You enjoyed the break and you know it." Alianne quipped.

"Something like that." Kuroune said rolling his eyes.

"Come on." Alianne said turning. "Let's go back too." Kurounenodded his head as he followed her back home.

Amira looked up as Hiei entered the room carrying an assortment of items.

"You get lost?" she asked as he shut the door. Hiei gave her a glare as he moved in front of her and reached for her hands. Amira jerked her hands out of his grasp. He made a noise of impatience as he grabbed her hands and turned them palm side up. He then pulled out a tube of antibiotics and gently applied them to her cuts. She had a quick intake of breath as he touched the cuts, but other wise was silent. She watched as he gently rubbed it in and Hiei looked up at her face.

After that he took a roll of white gauze and rapped it around her hands.

"Better?" he asked once he was done. Amira looked at him confused and then at her hands.

"Why did you do this?" she asked quietly. A hope that he did it because he cared about herrose in her chest, as she looked at him expectantly. A blush rose to his cheeks as he stood up and went and sat at his usual spot on the window sill.

"Yoko would kill me if you got hurt doing something that I made you do." He said simply. Amira's hope sank and she looked down.

"Oh." Was all she could say. Hiei looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Was she upset with his answer? Was she hoping for something else?

Amira stared at the floor for a moment, silently criticizing herself for thinking that he actually cared what happened to her. She picked up the sword and rock from before and quietly resumed her job. Hiei looked at her sharply as the sound of the rock sliding across the blade rang in his ears.

"What are you doing!" he demanded.

"Finishing my job!" she replied tartly.

"I thought I told you to stop doing that task!" Hiei said aggravated.

"But why! I'm not done." She hated to leave a job undone, whether or not she liked it.

Hiei growled. "So what? I tell you what to do and I say stop!" Amira sheathed the sword and dropped the rock.

"Happy?!" she asked scathingly.

"Delighted!" He replied. The two locked eyes in a glare for a moment.

"So you actually going to give me a better reason for making me stop other than…I said so?" She asked him crossing her arms. Hiei averted his gaze.

"You sound like my mom." She said, trying to taunt him into a response.

"I should think my reasons would be obvious." He answered quietly.

Amira was surprised at the quiet answer, very unlike him. "Well why don't you spell it out for those of us who don't have a Jagan."

Hiei swallowed and turned to face out the window, struggling with the decision to shrug it off; or tell her how he really felt.