Hotaru laughed lightly at his worries over Alari, "One of these days I have got to find out why you hate him so much, like what spurred the baby killer insults," she smirked. She looked around once they found the inn, looking to see how populated the area was and how easy/difficult it would be to deal with her own issues later on, "Larel, have you ever wondered if everything will ever just.... stop being so complicated? Where we could really just have a day where there's absolutely nothing strange happening in the background, no bad guys to beat or trying to beat us..... just normal. Is that even possible, I mean, truly?" She murmured then realized what she was saying and shook her head, not waving her hands in fear of dropping something, "Sorry, sorry, getting all weird and philosophical there," she said, going inside in hopes in leaving the stupid babble that just came out of her mouth out there.

Mera smirked lightly at his saying he'd feel guilty asking Hotaru that, though she was pretty sure Hotaru wouldn't object to anything. She looked up at him, however, at his comments about what she was to him, a light blush coloring her cheeks before an idea came to mind. She smirked lightly, putting her finger to her chin, "I've got an idea.... you might not get it, but it makes perfect sense to me," she murmured and went back to finishing her one for Kaori. It was a paint brush and it was in the midst of making a smile and she had it close to some of briars on her arm that had come from her childhood. She hadn't known Kaori well enough to be incredibly sentimental, but it felt like it fit him. And even as fleeting as a time as she knew him, Mera didn't want to forget. She knew Mary wouldn't, and it wouldn't do to have such a character forgotten as one that brought such light to their darker moments. She wouldn't be able to do Alari's now, simply because it would require a memory and a tiny bit of privacy. 
She leaned back against the tree, holding her arm out so the ink would dry properly, staring up at the sky as she could see it through the leaves of the trees above. She couldn't help but remember the odd scenes she had been made privy to thanks to Zenmaru. She had so many questions, or the vague notions of them, but she didn't know how to phrase them in to words. She finally was able to settle on something, figuring asking it might be a little less awkward than silence- since when did she feel the need to fill it? She looked over at Alari, stopping herself from asking it outright, wondering if she really wanted to stir that pot or let it be. It was the past, right? She of all people knew about not wanting others to really dig into the past (Not that she'd been exactly superb at keeping people out of it).