bamboo fortress

In the shade created by the Maze itself, the reclusive ghost felt far more comfortable. It was easier for her here. She can already feel the very nature of her solitary tendencies tugging at her stomach. They had their tasks, and Gin was eager enough to start. Eager to start, or eager to peel away from the group? Likely a bit of both. The ghost could disappear into the Maze for days undisturbed, unless there were injuries to tend or crises to handle. No, for now she would listen to what Hattori had to say.

What we do here is no one's concern. It's a comfort to Gin, and she follows his words with a nod. What she needs now isn't rest-- it's solitude. Meetings were stifling, anxiety inducing. Though on the surface she remains calm, it's tenuous. Her eyes flicker to the members of the pack. Tōjō-kai. They are the Tōjō-kai. In time, the ghost would learn to trust each of them, or at least she hoped. A knot lived in her stomach, and it would take a good while for it to untangle. As long as there was work to do, Gin could focus on that and not the thoughts that were rattling around in her brain.

Questions. Gin had them, but it would take her a moment to gather herself enough to voice them in front of the whole pack. "Are we using this as a meeting spot, at least temporarily?" If tasks were going to be doled out, it was important that they knew which marker to return to. Not only that, there was no telling what dangers lurked in the bamboo. The first thought in her mind was to set up at least a temporary infirmary. If anything bad was going to happen at least they'd be prepared, and the others would know where to return to.

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