Yukimura's face lit up like a lantern. “A k-kiss!?” He blurted out, quickly pulling his scarf over his mouth and nose to hide himself. “N-No!”
Ever since Shiromasa lost Megohime, he had no one to heal him, leaving him vunlerable.
Sayuri’s skin was pale, and she looked drowsy, eyes glued to the fire. “P-Please... Can I sit by the fire Shiromasa-sama..?” She begged weakly.