( There's some confusion and with that comes some resistance. She isn't sure why she's being brought down all of the sudden when she still feels like there are things to do. She needs to check on the injured, make sure the others are sleeping--
But she also knows that her swords always have her best interest in mind and Mikazuki is no exception. She knows she needs to rest and she relents, laying down next to him. She turns her face, burrowing it into the pillow next to him and a small hand reaches to hold onto his robe. She won't cry-- she rarely ever does-- but today was a trial all the same.
It doesn't take long for the tension in her shoulders to relax, her hold on him begin to slip, and her breathing becomes soft and regular. Mikazuki was right. She needed to rest and she finds it easily. )
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But she also knows that her swords always have her best interest in mind and Mikazuki is no exception. She knows she needs to rest and she relents, laying down next to him. She turns her face, burrowing it into the pillow next to him and a small hand reaches to hold onto his robe. She won't cry-- she rarely ever does-- but today was a trial all the same.
It doesn't take long for the tension in her shoulders to relax, her hold on him begin to slip, and her breathing becomes soft and regular. Mikazuki was right. She needed to rest and she finds it easily. )