Bayushi Michi kept her head bowed, reached up to her mask. Very gingerly she removed the sturdy material, the light clink of metal hitting her nail gently humming in the air. As was custom she kept her hand over her mouth, removing the right side of her mask with her thumb before placing her palm over her face. Little more of her face shown, she gingerly sips the tea, letting the flavour sit in her mouth for a while longer before tilting her head up to address Isawa Kiriko.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"We must go where we are needed."</span>There was no sense of mirth or hidden joke in her words, speaking with such serious intent it seemed tangible.<span style="color: red">"I accept."</span><br/><br/>Finishing her cup of tea quite quickly she retrieved her mask, sliding it back over her face as she returns the straps to their proper place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>