Akihime jumped away quickly, eyes wide in horrow at the furious Mitsunari. "What the hell are you doing!?" "Mitsunari-sama, d-don't-!" "SHUT UP!!" Mitsunari screamed and Akihime shrunk away in fear.
She gasped when she suddenly woke up, eyes wide in horror. It was...a dream...?
Akihime was back in the inn, covered with a blanket and laying in bed. "Ah, Akihime-dono!" Yukimura moved over and removed the damp cloth on her forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"You've been out for a couple of hours, Falion-dono said to bring you back here and rest." He said, then made a soft noise. "And Akihime-dono? Who is Ama-chan?"
Akihime walked around happily in the sunlight, a wide smile on her face as she seemed to dance around. The sun felt so good on her skin, she missed it in the days she had been an undead creature spawned from Clavicus Vile.
Yukimura blinked, frowning softly, guilt weighing him down from his subordinates anger.
Nana stood in front of the mirror, shirt off as she gingerly applied ointment to the brand mark that was burned onto her ribs; the Mōri crest. She ground her teeth in shame and refused to meet her own eyes in the mirror.