<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/97m96r.jpg)</div><strong>Reijiro Shiori</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234223.msg11520031#msg11520031)<br/><br/>As Maseko interposes herself between Shiori and Keitaro, stepping close to the other former Lion, Shiori blinks in surprise.  Her surprise only lasts a moment or two, however.  Her lips thin, her jaw clenching as she draws herself up to her full height.  Her Matsu heritage is as clear as ever as she glares furiously at the shorter woman, although a shugenja might diagnose her with an excess of inner fire, so quickly does her face turn red.  It seems that the only thing that stops some sort of explosive outburst is that she is unsure of what to say, her lips parting and twisting, but nothing beyond a hiss escapes her lips.<br/><br/>And then Maseko moves on, gliding gracefully to assist Liang, leaving Shiori suddenly without a fair target to vent her rage upon.  Luckily, her Akodo heritage is just as strong; Shiori takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, her color returning to normal.<br/><br/>That is, until Maseko makes the suggestion that Shiori should help with Keitaro's armor.  Shiori's features redden once more.  She'd done it before plenty of times, mostly for fellow scouts.  Doing it for Keitaro however... Shiori was unsure why the thought of doing so made her blush, giving Keitaro a shy glance, looking surprisingly vulnerable.  It just seemed more intimate somehow.  Something that she could cheerfully assist any number of samurai with, but her dead friend's husband...<br/><br/>When Keitaro suggests that Liang assist him instead, though, Shiori's expression hardens once more.  Did he think she wouldn't do it properly?  "No need."  She says, casually waving away Liang as she moves in on Keitaro, gracefully slipping behind him.  "I can do it."  She speaks authoritatively, her tone brooking no disagreement.  Shiori steps in closer to Keitaro, the better to easily reach all of the necessary straps, their bodies, or at least their respective armors, almost touching.  Her hands are deft and skilled as they slide here and there around him, loosening straps, lightly easing pieces of armor away from his body.  "See?"  Shiori says, her voice soft, close to Keitaro's ear.  "No problem."