Kyrin found that she rather agreed with Fenrir's plan. It was too late to start out tonight, and she was glad to have one more night in an inn before heading out into the countryside for what would likely be at least several days. She glanced over when Fenrir removed the prosthetic. She had to admit that the damage to his arm was pretty bad, but it didn't bother her that much. Her magic was a sick and twisted thing, and over the years it had conjured up plenty of worse things to torment her with. She turned back to her task of digging nightclothes out of her pack, shrugging slightly. "So what if you aren't perfect?" she asked calmly without looking up. "Neither is anyone else. We all have our flaws and make mistakes. The only time we truly fail is when we give up and quit living. And it doesn't look to me like you've done that." She pulled the garment she'd been looking for out of the pack and headed to the bathroom to change without saying another word or giving him a chance to respond.<br/><br/>She changed quickly, a bit embarrassed by her nightgown. It was a bit short as well as being sleeveless. But it she wore anything heavier she would overheat, and she couldn't sleep when she got too hot, so she would have to deal with it. He would only see her for a minute or two anyway, and after last night she really needed her sleep. She headed back out into the main room, quickly climbing under the covers. She reached over to turn off the lamp between the two beds, then froze, realizing that the light from the lamp clearly illuminated what the long sleeves of her kimono normally hid- the line etched on her wrist from a recent time when things had just seemed too tough to handle. Flushing, she quickly flipped the switch and pulled her hand away, hoping he hadn't noticed.