Sakura lips tightened ever so subtly—Yume wouldn’t have noticed it if she hadn't known the elemental so long.  “Of course,” she replied cheerily, then turned to Yume and bobbed a bow, “With your permission, master?”<br/><br/>The redhead suddenly blushed again, blood heating from memories of the last time Sakura addressed her by that title.  She hesitated just a moment, biting down the instinct to reject the title.  Sakura wouldn't have called her that in public if it wasn't important to her—she knew it made Yume uncomfortable.<br/><br/>“Go ahead, my Sakura,” she responded cheerfully, not initially realizing that she was addressing Sakura more as a concubine than as a maid, “and bring a few more while you're at it.  I don't know who else will show up, but Mother let slip that she had disciples out delivering more letters like the one the Flame Duck brought to us.”<br/><br/>The creamy skinned fire elemental couldn't help a grin as she bowed again and replied, “I'll be right back.”  She danced out the door after shedding her own—much smaller—pack.<br/><br/>Yume easily sat down the medicine pack.  “It's not that heavy.  Just some traveling supplies, medicinal herbs, medial tools, and 20 pounds of Whisper Tea.  All earth and sky disciples carry something similar when we travel.”<br/><br/>She settled down into the chair and reached across to touch the older girl on the hand.  “Some tea sounds lovely.  I'll make the next batch if you like.  I picked up a lovely local brew south of Grey Falls—black tea with orange peel and three local flowers.  I think you'll like it.”