[Chizuru had believed she was prepared to see him again. But in the moment when he comes into view, she finds that she really isn't - her heart clenches uncomfortably and she has to work to disguise the expression of pain as an expression of shock. It's close enough, not quite a mirror of his (because she knew to expect the way they look alike, what she was hoping for but not really expecting was to see him looking so genuine).
He's alright. He's living a happy life, here in Edo, away from the Nagumo clan. He probably has a close relationship with his adoptive father and if he can be spared the madness that is to come in the next couple of years, if he manages to avoid becoming involved with the ochimizu at all -
If he stays safely away from it...
She drags her gaze away from his face and looks down demurely, one hand resting delicately at her chest.]
You have my most sincere apologies... This is an inconveniently-timed visit. I don't have a prescription, I'm afraid. But I was hoping Yukimura-sensei would be able to do something for me. [She worries at her lip, then, after a moment, looks up as though something has just occurred to her.] ...you're Yukimura-sensei's son, yes? Has he been teaching you his trade?
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[Chizuru had believed she was prepared to see him again. But in the moment when he comes into view, she finds that she really isn't - her heart clenches uncomfortably and she has to work to disguise the expression of pain as an expression of shock. It's close enough, not quite a mirror of his (because she knew to expect the way they look alike, what she was hoping for but not really expecting was to see him looking so genuine).
He's alright. He's living a happy life, here in Edo, away from the Nagumo clan. He probably has a close relationship with his adoptive father and if he can be spared the madness that is to come in the next couple of years, if he manages to avoid becoming involved with the ochimizu at all -
If he stays safely away from it...
She drags her gaze away from his face and looks down demurely, one hand resting delicately at her chest.]
You have my most sincere apologies... This is an inconveniently-timed visit. I don't have a prescription, I'm afraid. But I was hoping Yukimura-sensei would be able to do something for me. [She worries at her lip, then, after a moment, looks up as though something has just occurred to her.] ...you're Yukimura-sensei's son, yes? Has he been teaching you his trade?