Damn this daimyo, Caelus thought as he made his way along the wall of the half-ruined shrine. It was getting dark, and the shadows hid his movements well, and the stone wall felt pleasantly cool on his back. Perhaps the last rays of sunset and the fresh breeze would have lifted his spirits - if not for the warriors of the local daimyo prowling somewhere nearby. Only Kami knew what they wanted from the wandering ronin - and Kelus would have fought them, but there were too many of them.

Having finally waited until his pursuers lost him in the thickening shadows, Caelus exhaled with satisfaction and sank to the damp ground at the foot of the shrine. With a few deft movements, he lit a small fire from the branches lying nearby. Relaxing, the ronin closed his eyes until he heard the rustling of the fading sakura trees. He pulled out a short dagger to find you, in a tattered kimono and with worry in your eyes. The young man lowered the dagger.

"Are you a fugitive too?" - "...Too?"

As the runaway daughter of a ruined daimyo, you dreamed of restoring your honor. An evening conversation around the campfire over a bowl of sake brought you and Caelus closer - just enough that he agreed to walk part of the way with you. Who knows - out of sympathy or because you made excellent onigiris?

A couple of days into the journey, you stopped at an inn, where you had sneaked in. Buried in the fragrant hay in the barn, you and Caelus stared at the ceiling for a while in silence. Finally, the ronin broke the silence:

"What will you do when you get your honor back?"