say a prayer and let the good times roll (KENO)

Akemi would slow, but only once she saw the confusion and desperation in the eyes of the younger woman. The spitfire would give a soft scoff, glaring at the other for a moment before heaving a sigh. No... there was no way that this fae was in league with that man. Akemi would breath in, verifying that his scent was not upon the other woman, and then she would dip her head -- if a bit awkwardly.

"Quite the mouthful of a name you have there." Of course who was she to speak? "Name's Akemi Miu Hróðvitnisdottir." The damaged woman would try to shift her focus for a moment... perhaps appear a little less of a git than she already made herself out to be. Akemi would motion towards the summit, single red orb sliding back to the girl.

"You seem to be pretty keen on looking for somethin'. Think it's up further?" Akemi felt awkward. Hell, she was being awkward. Paws would shift in the dirt. Why was there something... she could relate to in that gaze?