“Since you’re such an expert at getting the thing open, would ya mind shuttin’ it back up?” Her neighbors minded their own business, and Shura wants to keep it that way.

When Shura lifts up the corner of a blanket, the illusion wavers. It’s no longer just a pile of stuff, but a pile off stuff arranged just so, all around a little wooden pen. In her little makeshift den, Aconite is peacefully passed out, dead asleep. Good. But there’s a scratching at the door, and that causes her to stir, lifting up her head to peer about her, then up at Shura. She makes a soft sound on seeing Shura’s face, and Shura sighed, dropping the blanket back down. The pile goes quiet.

“Woulda been nice if she stayed asleep.” But that’s Shishi at the door, and Shura will go to let him in.