Setsuko returned to her room, she was looking forward to resting. Simply sitting still and not moving, focusing her attention to the instructor on Ao was a terrible experience when one was used to always being on the move, but she listened—if only to have something to explain to Yang when she arrived in her room.
"Ah, Lady Setsuko—"
A shorter and more feminine woman chased her down and stopped her in her tracks. For the entire life of her, she couldn't remember who this person was. She tried to stifle the scrunched face she was making and looked at the golden-haired younger woman. "What can I do for you?"
Leila hesitated, noticing the woman's temper. "Oh, I wanted to apologize for my uncouth—"
