The moment the horn sounded, the flustered look of embarrassment on Yumi's face instantly sharpened into seriousness. She was on her feet in an instant, scythe in hand as she turned toward the direction of the sound. For the briefest moment, she mentally sighed in relief that the talking was over and she could do what she did best, until she remembered innocents would be in danger if the undead attacked. The second train of thought reprimanded the first with a slap across the face as she followed the others up to the walls, the curved steel of her weapon trailing behind her.

She relaxed slightly as the news that they were not under attack reached them, though she only returned the instrument of death in her hand to its place on her back once the commander and his men were inside the walls. Yumi kept her silence as they returned to the meeting room, though she stood and leaned against a wall this time, rather than removing her scythe and sitting again. It was only once Rextelian asked for questions that she spoke. [color=4c87bf]"I am. Ready to. Head out. Whenever. Rex-tel-ian-sama."[/color] Though her speech was still halting and unsure, and she struggled with the commander's name, she seemed to be getting more used to it, and with a clear objective, she seemed a bit less socially awkward. [color=4c87bf]"Your offer. Of dinner is. Most generous."[/color] She gave the commander a deep bow to express her gratitude.  [color=4c87bf]"However,"[/color] she continued as she straightened up, [color=4c87bf]"if food. As scarce as. You say. Then please. Give my portion. To someone. Who. Needs it. More."[/color] She patted a pouch on her belt with some travel rations in it. [color=4c87bf]"I will be. Just fine with. This."[/color]