If only he knew how very much not better the state of her Yomi dwelling was for this type of funeral arrangement. She hadn't even been sleeping there lately. The cage in the underworld reserved particularly for The Void was a haunted den of ... well, he'd be seeing, now wouldn't he? At too much of a steep disadvantage to resist, either the rocking of her intoxicated boat on the river of gloom, or the late hour, her second acceptance was just her forehead against the wood of the koto briefly, thinking, or was she napping...
What if the demons are there? It even made her dead heart palpitate awake.
To mock him, or to humor him? she bent in the most stately, honorific manner after sliding the pale cord of her forearm across the invisible obi her torso boasted. It was a ladylike stiffened geisha corpse bow, taking her eyes away from the opponent instead of keeping them in the ocean of his because, well, she welcomed the samurais death stroke. When she returned, having backed away a few paces from the threshold evil never entered, she'd mouthed thoughtfully yes, master. Balancing the whale bones with a practiced lean-slay.
Making something snicker in the hallway that wasn't her.