[The Harbinger's assumptions are correct, that Kazuha had wished for them to come here when he requested their walk, that he planned to bring them to the trees he found beauty in. Even as friends he doesn't expect much, for the samurai to wish to know such simple things and to remember them, for him to want to do things involving his likes. Scaramouche would never asked for as much, content to spend their time studying, drinking or going out for food on occasion.

It twists something unrecognizable inside him, foolish over something so small. The mortal offering up something so simple as looking at the trees he liked, regardless if he'd done the same months ago.]

It's not something important, you didn't need to, though I appreciate it all the same. I didn't realize your home was so close to them.

[A small smile settles on his face as he looks out at it all, allowing Kazuha to lead them further into the trees, so entranced with their surroundings that it takes a moment for him to register what the samurai is saying. A moment more for a blush to creep up to his ears, positive he's misunderstanding things. Is Kazuha calling him beautiful?

Certainly he's hearing things.]

...What?