[The obi is folded across the bar just underneath the folds of her kimono, and Makie spares a thought of gratitude that at least her clothing was treated with respect. The shawl is here, too. Her travel bindings are gone, but then again... they're not exactly necessary now. She can make new ones if need be.
Makie folds her clothes over one arm and glances back to Vash, then uncertainly around the room.
...there. A small room with a door that looks empty. She can get changed in privacy. The door closes after her with a soft click.
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Makie folds her clothes over one arm and glances back to Vash, then uncertainly around the room.
...there. A small room with a door that looks empty. She can get changed in privacy. The door closes after her with a soft click.
Happy hunting, Vash.]