Tea time for the last time

Hattori, as always, came when called. Though he was unlikely to admit it aloud, he did enjoy having tea with Tenshi, she was better at making a good brew than he could ever be and she had quickly narrowed in on his preferences. It felt safe to assume this was what she required, there was no real sense of concern or urgency in his tone, just a polite request Hattori would heed. He moved through the bamboo with ease as all Tojo-kai wolves did, swiftly arriving on the scene as Tenshi placed the kettle over the fire to heat the water. And yet as he looked upon her, as he settled on the rounded tatami cushion he noted there was something etched across her features. An emotion he was having trouble recognising.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, his voice a little louder than the crackling fire wood, all gathered from the Oaks of course.