That night, after leaving the company of another group, a white haired young woman was making her way towards the shrine currently occupied by a former half-youkai. She'd been looking for him, and had picked up his trail with relative ease, all the while she hadn't made a single sound. Her presence was quite suppressed, even more so by the spirits around this place. She had no real smell nor any kind of change in her disposition. In fact, to most senses she registered as an anomaly. As nothing. But that didn't really matter at present. She moved towards this lad, her body joining with another she slipped through the wall to come out at the lad's right side her own sword now moved to her lap as she also leaned against this wall. Seeing his form so close to slumber she was content to let him rest as given what she knew it was likely the first time he'd done so in quite a while. 'Oh? I wonder what kind of blade that is?' she allowed herself to wonder with apathy in her countenance. She was content at this point to wait until her presence as noticed to speak aloud. If he opened his eyes he'd see her, dressed in her dark green and white clothes with boots and a swirling ghost motif upon her clothes. Though she had a longer katana in her lap there was still a shorter blade strapped to her lower back.