[Asura]

Asura stifled her laugher at the complicated look that crossed Zephyr's face when she replied. But even the most cold-blooded, battle-worn warriors must sometimes surrender to their childishness.

The night was cool and although the three of them were soaked to the bone, Asura did not mind the discomfort. But it was certainly something new, she thought, as it was usually the weight of blood and sweat that weighed her clothing down. She caught the end of her skirt, still miraculously white even after all the events that have passed, and wrung it dry. There was not much water to be removed, as lighter clothing thankfully also made for a faster drying time. But most of all, she was glad that her headdress was perfectly dry.

She liked her hat.

A small shiver ran pleasantly down her back and she looked back across the river towards the encampment. "Something interesting must be happening."

But it did not keep her attention for too long as she sheathed her swords and quickly followed right being Zephyr and Rogue as they plunged into the forest. It did not worry her that her clothing made her more conspicuous in the dark forest. The fools would either assume her as one of them... or if one should come too close, she would just have to dye the pristine fabric a darker crimson.

She paused as Rogue appeared to falter in her steps and rest against a tree before her. She let out a slight grimace, but had to admit that perhaps not everyone who was Corrupt was as inhuman as herself. "My Liege, should we pause or press on?"