Michi pinched the brow of her nose, a terse exhale of breath and her clenched eyes showing her grave distaste for the situation. Looking over the rest of the group, her eyes met Tomomi's with an almost pleading glaze to her eyes. As brief as the look was, it quickly hid back behind her On and she looked over towards the Kakita. She begins to speak, voice catching before she seems to decide against it. Looking over to the matron, her eyes become softer as her voice loses it's harsh edge.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"You will not die. The Fortunes shall smile upon you, as they do the mortal man. Perhaps this is your chance to be blessed by them. I can not say the same for our companion in front of you, who's known throughout her lands for her fury with a blade and quick steel ... along with her flexible morality."</span>Crossing her arms below her chest, she motions to her side.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"I shall protect you, Oba-san."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>