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Shizuma almost melted at Hotaru's touch. It wouldn't occur to her that Hotaru was being possessive, being that Shizuma hadn't yet picked up identifying such social behaviors. She thought about scolding Hotaru for playing with the strange products that the witch had given her, but withheld her objections for the time being. There were other things going on in her head at the moment, looking into Hotaru's hazel eyes with a suppressed longing. When Hotaru touched the rose on Shizuma's hand, a spark went off.

Shizuma ached for her when Hotaru left her side to examine Riddick, though she didn't show it. Shizuma did not interfere with Hotaru approaching the creature, but was ready to move at a moment's notice if something went amiss. Riddick may not be her enemy, but, if he were to threaten her rose, Shizuma would lash out at him. She would not hold back. For some reason, Shizuma was almost certain that this stranger wouldn't harm Hotaru. She wasn't sure about inviting this man into their home, but didn't question her mistress's invitation. She took a few strides toward the two, but making sure not to disturb their meeting. Shizuma had noticed in her time being with Hotaru that the first meeting between creatures of ShiroKuro were a silent battle. The two were probably sizing the other up and determining physical dominance.

"My lady," Shizuma finally said, "perhaps we could offer this visitor an opportunity to clean up." she said, referring to Riddick's personal hygiene. It wasn't uncommon for someone who lived in wilderness to be so unclean, but one needs to freshen up every once in a while. Shizuma's idea was not as freely kind as it seemed, because Shizuma had every intention of using the time Riddick used to clean up as an opportunity for her to be alone with Hotaru.