Shura sighed in irritation at the sound of urgent knocking. Wrapping a towel around her naked body, she stepped out of the hotel bathroom and answered the door. She didn't even spare the messenger a glance, merely taking the letter and closing the door unceremoniously in their face, she tore it open and read.<br/><br/>"Hm." Shura sat down on the bed, minding the sleeping form of the man she had spent the night with. She tossed the letter in the wastepaper basket, got back up, and began to dress. She'd set out with Bright as soon as the sun was visible.