Masuyo was still feeling out of place. She couldn’t help, but to find herself wondering if things always moved like a whirlwind when you were around two and eight. Blinking she took the plate from Chumana. “Thank you.” It wasn’t until she sat by the fire on the opposite side of the two males that she realized how exhausted and just how much pain she was in. The woman gave a small smile to the others then looked down at her plate, as if debating about something.

She was unsure if she could trust the others, but for now she felt that she could. Feeling awkward she shifted in her seat. Her stomach growled breaking her train of thought. Masuyo lowered her eyes again, her cheeks slightly red. Not wanting to embarrass herself any further she started nibbling on the meat. It actually wasn’t too bad and her stomach would be very thankful for the meal. After a few bits she looked across the fire. “Thank you again. You really saved me back there.”