Ain't no justifying

Like a ghost she emerged from the trees, her footsteps so soft and measured she barely made a sound as she walked. Hattori dipped his head, offering the respect she deserved as a Princess and his daughter. The pale of his gaze roved over the scars that littered her form, slashes and lines where growths had once protruded from her skin. No doubt they would fade in time, as all things tended to do, but she still was beautiful and well deserved of the blood that flowed through her veins.

"I am fine." He told her, reluctant to ever admit he'd been unwell. "You see that? It is a water fountain and it is yours. If you wish to decorate the Shrine further, I will see it done." She never asked for much, nothing outside of reason. All she had to do was ask once more and he would see it done.