She truly preferred the solitude. Having her own little section allowed her to drop the act temporarily, every now and then. Finally, she decided she needed the healer's intervention, in a much closer capacity than him occasionally helping with errands. She sashayed out of her room, wearing a large warm gown, which the sceptical lass was sure was only offered to protect and hide the pretty and delicate dress she had on. Fernando was quite eccentric with the paranoia when it came to his work.
Her eyes raked the busy and anxious faces, scanning them for that familiar spruce of scarlet, those violet eyes or that scar. She made her way to Fernando, creeping up behind him. He only caught a glimpse of her overcoat and without turning brashly asked her to return to her room. Akira was not like the others he had hired and he knew that too, all she did was clear her throat to have him apologising profusely, before admitting that he needed her partner. She merely suggested that he send for Tsuru then.