At least the confrontation was over. Hokuto wished that was the end of it for Momo, too, but whatever had happened wasn't something easily forgotten. She could truthfully say she knew how that felt, far too well--every time she smelled a cigarette, she couldn't help but remember Sei-chan even more strongly than usual. It didn't happen often at Landels, but it was often enough.

She still wasn't going to inquire about a thing, but if the shinigami wanted to talk to her, she'd be there. She came back over to her group, close enough to touch but didn't reach for Momo again. "Want to sit down for a while?" Sightseeing was going to be the last thing on the woman's mind for a while, and finding somewhere that at least gave the illusion of privacy would be good.