[He looks down at his cup... and Kiritsubo's suddenly moves into his view, the rims clinking together in something like a toast. But instead of drawing away, pulling it back to drink... she lets it linger there, touching against his.]

What if they are?

[Her voice might sound carefree to the casual listener, but there is something heavier there, lurking beneath. Something that urges one to mull the words over just a bite more carefully, and not dismiss them despite how dismissive they seemed.]

What if to the people of Springstar you are a traitor... and what if to the people of Highstorm you seem yet useless?

[The clear sake swirls in her cup as she shifts it in a slight circle against his.]

- What then?