The elf girl dimpled as she took the helmet, "Always you look to my safety, my knight, thank you."  She bowed, and donned it as she streightend up, then straddled the bike behind him and rested her wrapped arms around his jacket as gently as she could, doing all she could to remember a time when she could express love without at least teasing with her touch.<br/><br/>Settling into her seat, eyes fluttering shut, she let her body sway with the lullaby of the road and focused on the mana flows, awakening her inner eye and retraining rusty mantras and half forgoten defensive patterns she might soon be using to defend them all from hostile spells.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the club, Akari could sense a cerain warrior's confidence in Sakura's stance he had not seen in her before.  She took her cane from the bike strap and he didn't doubt she had a blade in there, or that she knew intimately how to use it.  Sakura was still Sakura, a loving wench, with the grace of a slave dancer, but today, somehow, she was here to protect herself and him, it was in her body languege as surely as it was in his.<br/>