Ichigo weakly got out of the bath, and knelt before the toilet to void the contents of her stomach before doing anything more.  Oddly, it did help her feel better, and after a cooling drink of water, she went back into the bath and scrubbed carefully, not bothering to slip into blankness.  It never seemed to work around the twins.<br/><br/>She had been terrified for her life during the ordeal, but... some little voice had been crying out 'Just ask!'  If they had suggested that she paid the toll...  Ichigo froze in midscrub, her face flushing hard.<em>I would have agreed.  I would have given up myself willingly.  To any of them.  What is wrong with me?!</em>She shuddered, scrubbing harder.  If she hadn't thrown up before, she would have then.  Instead, she just kept cleaning, working her way up her legs, trying to be as efficient as possible.  Her upper body was fine, she didn't need to touch anywhere...<br/><br/>Once she was clean, she got out and drained the tub, grabbing a towel to wrap herself in, and padding her way out to find Nisen and Sanro for a much-needed hug.  On the way out, she looked about, picked up the large coat, and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent.