There was something unmistakable in the patient, calm and serene smile that Takumi kept on her features as Drina offered his own type of healing that said, in very loud undertones, that it would not be necessary or particularly enjoyed. Eventually, Drina resorted to brewing a special tea, and the hardness in her smile faded into something a little more genuine. "Some tea would be lovely-" she started, before Azga interrupted and told the crew that they were moving. Her smile faltered, as she helped collect the bowls but not clean them, and hurried off to her own caravan. All three of her.

She had to work fast, and she knew it. Without the disapproving gazes of the others (she knew for a fact that Leo did not enjoy her magic) she didn't have to overcomplicate - moving as a single being, the three versions of Takumi wiped off their make-up using a large bucket of water and some rags to dry their faces. The robes were removed and hung on the wardrobe, which was really a large trunk turned sideways and propped sturdily against the wall. 

One of her drew the curtains shut whilst a grunt started to latch her caravan onto the horse, and the other two undressed completely and got changed into identical outfits made out of large scraps of cloth for shirts and trousers. That was the trademark symbol of being a clone of herself - these 'poor clothes' were lightweight, sturdy and suitable for work. The original Takumi pulled on a night-gown, and flicked open the ornate silken curtains to reveal the better half of the living quarters - a low table, nailed to the ground and a cabinet next to the wall full of her equipment, adjacent to the wardrobe. There was a heap of cushions to sit on and, right at the back of the caravan, a bedroll to sleep in. The original Takumi lay down on the bedroll, whilst the copies lay on the heap of cushions. Hopefully, they'd be able to get some rest during the journey.