Nana followed him, a faint frown on her face as the fire put came into view, her eyes falling on the metal rods sticking out if the fire, each one glowing orange. She grabbed a chair and put it beside the fire, sitting in the chair so her chest was facing the back of the chair, pulling off her shirt and holding it against her chest. The burn had healed some over night, but it was still bright red with black and white spots over the burn where the skin had been fried. She pulled her hair up so it was out of the way, her back completely unmarred except for the ugly brand Motochika had placed on her. "Ready when you are." She said, gripping the chair.