[Mukuro had taken the time to set up a couple of tents to act as their makeshift shelters for the three days it would take her brother to come back. That done, she had been patrolling the area around the area, keeping watch. She wasn't sure what else to do, and setting up traps felt a little excessive...

She gave a small, stiff nod to Shoto when he arrived, going to join him by the flower.]

...it smells like his cigarettes, so...I hope so. Even after Avalon and Empatheias, I don't really understand how magic works that well.