[ She listens quietly, attentively as Kaito speaks, a deep, violet eye settling on him after they breach the street proper through the portal. Her talons remain curled in the fabric of his shirt. There's no concern on her end about her staying upright, just curiosity about him, his curse, the being that cursed him.
It isn't simply a simple curse, then. He made a contract of some kind. About what, he's left out, but as a night sparrow hanyoukai, as a Hand, Setsura knows curses and contracts intimately. She's tempted to take a closer look, but before that -- ]
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It isn't simply a simple curse, then. He made a contract of some kind. About what, he's left out, but as a night sparrow hanyoukai, as a Hand, Setsura knows curses and contracts intimately. She's tempted to take a closer look, but before that -- ]