Softly shaking her head, Nyoko denied her host's statement. "He's angry at me." she murmured, sweeping her long hair behind her shoulders, to cover the arching curves of her shoulder-blades. "He's angry at me for using Akaihana despite not having it fully under control. It's an accursed weapon." As she spoke, her voice grew bitter, but there was nothing more of that temporary sadness that oh-so-briefly appeared, a thorn in her form. She raised her head. "He didn't want me to put myself in danger... Even if that meant abandoning him. But I can't do that." she explained, closely following the woman. "And in the end, neither of us died. I have to thank both you and Blake for that, though."<br/><br/>And Haruki would surely sleep it off and apologize a few days later. She knew it. Dismissing her worries as trivial, and the state of her two companions beimg far more important, she rather decided to find that out.<br/><br/>"How are they doing? Blake and Haruki, I mean. Since my brother doesn't want to speak to me..."