Dark Edge Village

The party had died down and most were returning to their camps, but Tomoe didn't want to go home yet! Even if she was rather tipsy at this point from all the kumis, sake and some of the shochu even.

"Huh... seems all my conversation partners are gone. Laaaame..." she pouted a little and took one of the last bits of cheese on one of the platters. This stuff was almost addictive.

Standing up with a small stretch, the Hare considered it might be time to head back to bed soon. Maybe there were others going in the same direction, she wondered as she looked at what remained of the party.

Yukarin found herself walking around the administrative center; The reaction she'd been having to the meal had only been getting worse since she left the tables, and the center seemed like the best place to find help rather than leave.

Still, she was having no help so far, and she was finding herself having a hard time breathing quietly or being easily understood, which was irritating her. As she finished talking to a Moto who had been no help she turned away with a sigh.

Walking around and passing by what seemed to be a distressed Unicorn, Tomoe stopped and gave the woman a curious look.

"Uhh..." she looked around, then back at the Iuchi. "Unicorn-sama, are you alright? You seem a little..." green? "pale?"

Yukarin turned to look at the woman looking curiously at her; Yukarin's face was a little red and swollen, and her breathing a little laboured. Even under the circumstances though she remembered to bow, "Good efewing samuwai-sama."

She did not recognize the woman's mon from her scrolls, so she stuck general, "I am... feewing a bit stuffed uf, u'fochunately..."

"Oh... you don't look well at all." The bunny was positively concerned.

Damn... uh... what would sensei do in a situation like this? Overeating?

"You should sit down! Err... maybe you ate something that didn't agree with you? Or something else?"

Maybe water? That might help balancing things out.

"Pewhaps? I... will find a sheat..." she walks over towards some cushions, hand on her forehead, "I sharted shwewwing up duwing the meal, sho..."

"Does sound like some food might not be agreeing with you..." the Hare tutted.

She offered her some water from one of the tables at least. "Here, it's just water, but it might help you feel a little better. Damn... I knew I should've paid more attention during those lessons, huh... never had to treat someone who ate bad food before."

"Bad... food?"

The water helped her throat feel a little less scratchy... but not by much. "I shupposh I remembew sheeing a fu more people who looked unwell when zjey wew weaving..."

Yukarin set the cup down after finishing the water.

Togashi Udo walked into the room and saw the two samurai. He walked over toward them and stood a respectful distance away. "Greetings. This one had a pleasant time at dinner, and thought he might see if anyone was still here. May this one join you?"

"Ah... Togashi-san," the bunny bobbed her head. "I think Iuchi-san is sick. Are you a healer, perhaps?"

The bunny gave the Unicorn some more water, looking very worried.

Yukarin took the water after bowing to the Togashi. She briefly wondered if she should stand up, but even shifting made it feel like the Seven Thunders were battling Fu Leng in her stomach... so a sitting bow would have to do.

"Gweetings, Togashi-shama."

"I am sorry to hear you are unwell. I'm not a healer, but I have some very small skill in medicines..." He looks at Yukarin.

He remembers himself a moment later, bows, and joins them. "I can certainly take a look if you'd like, but perhaps someone with more skill would be appropriate. When did you begin to feel ill?"

He looks her over for any outward sign of sickness he'd recognize, but finds none beyond the signs of discomfort she is clearly feeling.

"Maybe some rest is all that is needed? But... you really shouldn't be walking on your own," or at all, poor thing, she looks really ill.

"We should help her back to her tent, at the very least, Togashi-san!"

"Of course, this one will gladly assist. Iuchi-san? May I?" he asks as he rises up and moves toward her.

Yukarin looked over at Udo after glancing at Tomoe before nodding; She had nothing to add on the matter, especially with how her throat felt. Taking another drink of water from the cup Tomoe had given her, setting the cup down then standing up with a small sigh.