<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/>Some people respond poorly to flattery, finding it either unconvincing, or actually insulting.  Shiori is certainly not one of these people.  She responds to Keitaro's queries by first perking up a bit, and later tilting her chin upwards, almost striding proudly.  Carefully, she keeps one eye on the map, wanting to make sure that she can respond with quick answers whenever he asks for a new update.  She smiles only slightly, but her eyes seem to sparkle with energy and enthusiasm.<em>It's good to have a task, and to be appreciated for it.</em>She thinks to herself, fanning her face lightly with one hand as she, too, feels some warmth in her cheeks, and around her collar.<br/><br/>As they reach the top of the incline, Shiori sighs, content.  It was nice to be traveling, scouting the territory, with little chance of being ambushed by a horde of spirits.  For just a moment as Keitaro asks his question, Shiori's lips part to answer in the negative, but then her amber eyes note the sweat on Keitaro's face and hair.<em>Of course, the armor.</em>"I think that's a good idea."  She says, nodding decisively.  She sets her own traveling pack down, the issue apparently decided.<br/><br/>Shiori finds her gaze drawn back to Keitaro, her eyes showing concern, and a touch of pride.  Marching in full armor was difficult, and his pack was as laden as any of theirs.<em>He's stronger than I thought... but he needs to look after himself better.</em>Bending at the waist, coincidentally towards Liang, Shiori pulls her water jug from her bag.  Turning, she holds it out to Keitaro, a hint of a smile on her lips, her expression almost shy.  "Here... you should drink."  She says, her voice soft.  Hearing her own tone, Shiori almost winces.  She sounded so, so... her expression hardens somewhat, her lips curling down into a frown.  "That is... if you pass out from dehydration, it'll slow us down.  We're moving slowly enough as it is!"  Straightening, she thrusts the jug towards him, frowning, her eyes looking off to the side, her body language expressing disinterest.