Swallowed by shadows

[Tenzin]

Tenzin was not embarrassed by nakedness, but she respected boundaries. When Andre retreated to the bathroom to clean, she settled herself on the floor of the room she had been left in, and tended to the bloodied urumi coiled about her waist. The work was precise and had a pleasing rhythm, broken only when her ears tuned to the sounds of movement. The weapon curled back in place and she stood, both motions fluid. Her limbs stretched like a beast roused from repose, and she glanced but did not linger attention on either man. A slim smile noted the scents, and she left them to the diversion of each other while she made brief use of the shower. 

She returned in far shorter time than Andre had, still slightly damp from where she had rinsed and rung out her simple black clothes before putting them back on. The two men might be content to swap skins, but Tenzin did not want a stranger’s scent on her. No offense to Mik intended. He just was not pack.

“Was working.” She shrugged. “Lucky for you. Stupid place for strolling, no?” Her lips quirked a wolfish smile for the compliment to her prowess, or perhaps for her general confusion as to what either of them had really been doing down there (beyond making a nuisance of themselves). Her dark eyes glanced at Mik then, mostly because at some point he was going to realise what she was, and the spirit-touched especially didn’t tend to care for the vocation. For obvious reasons. Though since he must also realise that she knew what he was, she did not seem concerned about the moment he put two and two together. Just watchful. “Monsters, was oni. And chupacabra. But wrong. Sick. Not normal.”