The last few days had just about been overwhelming. A gaijin to take care of, then a gaijin port to... investigate? All her crewmates trying to glean information from what she considered a foetid city on the brink of collapsing under itself. A tensai causing the kami to twist and moan as if they had been in the Sea of Shadows for a moment once more. Random crew members going missing and reappearing as if nothing had happened.
And finally, having to babysit a full-grown man. The little Shiba shakes her head thinking about it all as she moves into the common area of the Crew Quarters, book tucked into the waist sash of her uniform, hands carrying a tray laden with accouterments for tea. She carefully places the tray on the table that was bolted to the center of the room and settles herself down on one of the sitting pillows. The teapot steams away, completely ignorant of the troubled thoughts of it's attending samurai.
Nozomi closes her pale, moon-like eyes, and listens to the familiar soft creak and moan of the ship's planks around her. Some things, at least, never seemed to change.