May I take you home?

"Sent her away" brought a small look of amusement to the woman's monochromatic features. She'd left of her own volition, but she could see the reason that Kotori had chosen such wording. It was more diplomatic than telling her that she'd run off without saying goodbye. It had been easier for her that way. Easier for both of them, really. No strings, no ties, yet here he was. Why?

Pale ears shifted as Kotori began to speak again. He pulled no punches and told her exactly why he was here. He wanted her to join Valta. He wanted her to join Valta? One slender brow arched in question but the fae reacted little more, instead waiting for him to finish speaking.

The situation was an odd one, to say the least. Kotori spoke aloud his observations of her and confessed that he would like to get to know her better. Ochitsuki remained quiet for a long moment, considering the request. Initially her reaction was to deny him and stay with Hattori. Why though? There was a sense of familiarity with Hattori, but nothing else. He was not her kin, nor was he as welcoming as she had hoped. Hattori hadn't been rude, but he hadn't sympathized nor embraced her plight, not that she needed it. The point was, there was nothing for her here.

Ochitsuki stared straight into Kotori's gaze, assessing, scrutinizing, thinking. She had nothing in the world, so what did she have to lose? "I accept," she spoke clearly, dual-toned eyes closing for a moment as her head dipped in a graceful bow. Her sword was already slung around her neck and shoulder, so she was ready to go when he was. Just as she had done to Kotori, there was no need for goodbyes with Hattori.

"Ochitsuki"