She was still hesitant to give him the kimono, it did hold terrible memories but it had sentimental value to her. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved when he took it from her. A part of her wanted to take back what she had said and ask for the article of clothing back. But wouldn't that show that she was weak? She didn't want to appear weak; she wanted to be a strong woman. She took her eyes off the kimono, trying to find some sort of closure. She was sure that once it was no longer in their possession she could overcome the loss. Besides, she had her mother's blood in her, so it wasn't like the memory was completely gone. Besides it wasn't like she could remember her face that well, she had died when she was a very young girl. She could remember a few things like the kimono she wore, how she always had her hair down, and her soft magenta eyes.  That was about it, those few images were what she kept close to her heart. She was saddened that she had never really gotten to know either of her parents. She had read about her father in the older scrolls at the Compound but that was all she knew. She assumed that was all she needed to know, he had been a ruthless Oni.<br/><br/>She smiled as he voiced his thoughts on the offer; she was glad that he didn't make it any harder for her. She was still torn by the idea of getting rid of it but she was determined to start a new life. That kimono symbolized the harsh life she had had and she would never escape it if she didn't rid it. She looked down at her outfit, still trying to get used to the way the fabric felt, she had honestly never worn anything so body fitting. Not to say the pants were extremely tight or anything, it was just different from her usual choice of garb. She smiled as he gave her a small compliment and she bowed her head. "Thank you, I think this change is pleasant as well." She was happy that he found her new look pleasing and that was more than enough to make her feel more confident in her choice of clothing. She felt uncomfortable as the woman scanned the tags of her clothing, though she was curious of the item she was using to do so.<br/><br/>When they exited the shop, she felt herself become more relaxed. She was honestly beginning to not like shopping. Well maybe she had just had one bad experience today, so it would be alright. Next time, however, she would not bring Azrai, that is if he was still around when she needed to go shopping again. It was doubtful; these clothes would be fine until they reached their next destination, which would mean that they would part ways. She quickly became captured with anxiety, just who had asked him to come on this mission? How did they know of her misfortunes? She knew that it was something that she needed to ask Azrai. She was felt like she was a package, being handed off to one owner to another. It was wrong to think like that; surely the person who had hired Azrai was only looking out for her well being. But she couldn't help but be skeptical; she had known betrayal and cruelty all her life.<br/><br/>She was a bit surprised that he was concerned about how she liked her clothing. She thought about a response as they walked, not wanting to sound like she hated the outfit. "I am truly satisfied," she said softly, glancing up at him. "Indeed I am trying to get used to the way it feels and how to maneuver, but I like it a lot, actually. It makes me feel...normal," she admitted. However, this whole bra thing was uncomfortable but she assumed that was not something a man needed to hear. She would just have to get used to this unholy contraption. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, running her slender fingers through the soft locks. She pondered if she should do something with it, perhaps cut it? The thought sent a terrible pain through her heart that was just something that she couldn't bring herself to do. Instead, she decided that pulling it into a messy braid would throw people off. She tied the tip in a knot, her hair able to withstand that kind of pressure. The braid fell over her shoulder, which made her look more in tune with the modern society.<br/><br/>She glanced around, realizing that they were heading towards the general area of the hotel. She remembered that his contact had to have been finished with the items they needed by now, right? She nodded her head knowing that they were probably going to retrieve such things. She was content at this point; she didn't feel like someone could easily spot her out in the crowd, at least from behind. Face to face, she knew she wouldn't be hard to miss. Maybe she could enjoy the city now, learning more and more without the thought of being found out. It would take a while before someone could actually recognize her. She smiled at being able to blend in and not being stared at. It was...pleasant.<br/><br/>However her pleasant feeling faded and she was brought back to the thought of who she would be going to when they left Japan. She glanced at Azrai, unsure as to how she put her question into words. "Azrai...do you know who asked to have you rescue me? It has been on my mind," she said gently. She was generally curious as to the person who wanted her freed. She had never met anyone outside of her village so it was quite impossible that she knew who Azrai had been hired by. She was just curious. Maybe it was better if she didnâ€™t know that way she could just be content of being rescued. But she wasnâ€™t; she feared that she was just going to be moved to another wretched place.  That was normal right? She couldnâ€™t help but feel like she might get a small sample of what being free was like, before she was locked away again. She was being paranoid again and she knew that she had to stop thinking about the worst possible situations.  It really needed to stop or else she would drive herself insane.<br/><br/>She tugged at the braided plait that was her hair, feeling like she was going to be extremely on edge until she met the person who wanted to save her. She also wondered how much money Azrai would be getting for this mission which was rude of her to think of. It wasn't like it would benefit her to know such things, but his occupation did intrigue her. Which it probably shouldn't but she had never heard of anyone who would willingly put themselves in harm's way to save someone. It was fascinating and horrifying at the same time. She was beyond curious about the male who was walking beside her. She knew it was probably in her best interest to not try and become too friendly with him. It would hurt when they separated for good. She frowned at the thought but knew that was why he had yet to be more open with her. He was keeping this strictly professional and she should as well.<br/><br/>Though she was curious by nature and he was the first person that she had come in contact from the modern world. It was only plausible that she was interested about the kinds of things that he did. She bit the inside her cheek, keeping the questions she had about him at bay. She should remain oblivious about his life and he would do the same for her. The only reason she had told him about her true self was because it was necessary. She would only tell him the necessary facts that he needed to know, anything else would not be important. They would remain professional. Perhaps when they left Japan, she could make a friend in their new destination. That would be nice, a friend to have secrets with. She wanted to laugh at the idea of acting like a naive girl once more, but she knew that wasn't possible. She could only hope that she would be as willingly as she was now to find a friend.<br/><br/>But she was a strong woman and Azrai would guide her in the right direction to becoming more independent. She could manage, hopefully.