<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/Keitaro.jpg)</div>Keitaro let his gaze linger on Shiori's face, his eyes darting between her reddening cheeks and her soft, parting lips. He felt his pulse pounding in his ears as he was forcibly reminded that, for all that Shiori was a samurai-ko and a fellow soldier, she was also a beautiful woman, and once standing very close to him. His tongue snaked out to moisten his lips, and his throat felt very dry.<br/><br/>Perhaps fortunately, the moment ended quickly, and he was occupied with rearranging his pack. He tucked the extraneous pieces of armour into his pack in such a fashion that they would not jostle with movement or crush their supplies. He stood up and shook his pack, and smiled with satisfaction. "That should do it," he commented, and he scooped up one of the packets of trail rations. He began walking casually around their rest site as he munched on some dried fruit, keeping his muscles limber while still taking the opportunity to relax. He briefly glanced at Maseko and Shiori's interaction, but quickly turned his gaze away when he saw how their positions compromised their modesty. Of course it wasn't a problem for two women, but he was sure they would appreciate his discretion.