Michi let out a quiet sigh, sounding more like her entire chest was decompressing than any note of disappointment or pleasure. She stays silent for a long moment, seemingly expecting everything to relax all on its own before her brief delusion crashes around her and the pregnant silence balloons around her. She absent mindedly brings her thumb over the lips of her mask, wiping over them before letting the back of her hand rest on the hilt of her katana. It was kept on her off side, perhaps impossible for her to draw immediately but maybe the sober one would see her intent before withdrawing the pale hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"We will consider forgiveness. I assure you we are all weary of a long day and simply at edge as much as you are. We would not wish to ruin what little chance we have of rest with open violence. Be it against two noble and fine samurai or ... others. It vexes me that I can not recall what one would do if they were to become impolite or, dare I say, rowdy with the drink they've imbibed. I am sure you have chosen fine soldiers. You are both Lion, and you are well known for your martial prowess both as nobility and for your conscripted lessers. Lesser men who are easily forgotten. The stables are quite dry. We had considered staying there and let your men have the warmth and comfort of the inn all to themselves. I am glad you have deemed otherwise, Akodo-san. No. We are all grateful."</span><br/><br/>She bows, her distance respectful of their position as she looked over to the ashigaru, eyes twinkling before bringing a lone finger to press against her porcelain lips.<span style="color: red">"Especially for how quiet they've become for the rest of the evening."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>