"Ah, Raoh, I think I might even miss doing this one day," the teenaged Yuria had admitted, bandaging Raoh's bloodied hand. Many times, he'd swatted her away, told her she was unnecessary, but the girl's persistence to establish good feelings between them had finally won out, if only for a short time. "Your wife will have to be a woman who can work 24/7..." She giggled softly at the thought. "Wife?" Raoh responded. "Yes? After you and your brothers finish your training, isn't it customary to spend a few years traveling? That's also the ideal time to find a wife, I would think." Raoh had smiled only a little, right then. Although he'd never shown any active interest in wanting her to choose him for a future husband, when it was so clear she'd set her sights on Kenshiro from day one, he had never completely eliminated the possibility from his mind. The more his thoughts turned to fulfilling a certain role in life, the less those kinds of decisions had to do with emotions, and were more about practicality and logic. Yet, her choice of words made it obvious she had long eliminated all other possibilities.
"What wife do you see for me, Yuria," he asked her in a tone that wasn't quite 'humoring'-- he'd all but lost the ability for that some years back-- but was as close as it got. Yuria's was the star of the Compassionate Mother, the one which allowed her to not only emit a strong sense of peace and kindness, but which gave her visions of the future and of others destiny's. She could not control those visions, they all understood, but Raoh's words were a play on her sixth sense in that way. "Well..." The young woman was nearly finished with the bandage, but she slowed a bit to think. "As I said, she would need to be someone who didn't tire easily, the way you are. She would need to be strong, confident, quick minded... And I imagine her beautiful... I think you have an eye for it, somewhere in there," she gently teased. Raoh had frowned. "That's shallowness. It doesn't interest me." Yuria shook her head, and quite quickly, since it could easily be one step forward, ten steps back with this man. "No, I didn't mean it that way at all. What I meant to say is, I just imagine that's the sort of woman she will naturally be. Someone who has a bit of everything."
The woman she had described was indeed exactly the sort that would be best for him-- in the way the soft-spoken Yuria never could of been in a romantic way, who's soul couldn't of endured the things Raoh was doing now, who would of needed him to be someone other than the man he was. That woman's description fit Reina perfectly, on the other hand, and even as Raoh right now understood that, he could not tell her the words she had just told him. But there was more to having a woman at one's side than the exchange of those three words, a concept which Raoh was now presented to consider. Much more tragic in nature, he did not outright say it that way; he needed more than a few seconds to even decide if that was worthy of consideration, now having to see this young woman in a completely different light. "Did you expect me to say the same?" he tested her then, remaining where he was, staring ahead at the night before him, evenly.