Shinjo Akil was slow as he made his way towards Fukawa's yurt. The previous day's events had him thinking, and in some ways he perhaps realized he was going against his feelings. But feelings and the correct action are not always compatible things, and it is with that in mind that he was not standing outside her yurt.
He cleared his voice with only some hesitation. "Doji-san?" His tone was clear, though nervousness certainly abided. A folded fan was held hesitantly in his hand.