Night. Of course. She had been saved one time before, though most had forgotten that by the time Rin had came stumbling back home, bloodied, dying, carrying her lifeless friend in her arms and sobbing all the while.

What a terrible tragedy that had been...

Ahime sighed, forcing herself to relax. Of course they would have stayed. This was safer than out there and old grudges seemed to matter little when survival was on the line.

Those other Ura... they had attacked indiscriminately. Race hadn't mattered - it was all about saving their own skin.

"You're right. I'm sorry..."