>"Thank you."
>Follow her lead.
>"And I hope that in the very near future, I'll be able to take a better look at this place. I can't see as well as I could when we last met."
>You follow after Yuuka as she calmly leads down the trails between the rows of flowers.
>"No, I imagine you can't. A shame."
>It might well have been the most awkward stroll of your life, if you'd been alive enough to care. Yuuka says nothing. You don't feel it prudent to interject. All the exquisite landscaping blends into a single mottled curtain of grey, and still you hear sounds of veiled motion as you walk past it. Yuuka has been nothing but polite this time, but you'd still feel acutely unsafe here, had you anything else to lose. What meaning is danger, when the danger itself is the one thing standing between you and death? At least she's going through the motions of honoring her agreement; it's very clear she has nothing to lose by reneging.
>After a minute or two of this uncomfortable silence, Yuuka stops.
>"And here we are. Do feel free to inspect the flowers. Though I would advise against touching anything." There is a lilt to her words which would sound disarming from anyone else.
