>"Fine..."
>Give in, find a nice place to collapse. Reassure self with thoughts of Mokou burning Gengetsu's house down in retaliation if she tries something untoward.
>You hear a distant "Thank you."
>You find a suitable spot of ground and lie down. It feels fairly comfortable, even, although you suspect the magic upon you is contributing to that. Your head is barely upon the ground before gentle sleep rushes up and swallows you.
>You are in a great featureless sea, lacking form or definition. You can see no ground below you, although your feet tell you you're standing on something solid. You see nothing in the distance. It's hard to even understand the concept of distance here. Everything around you is black, with hints of mauve and other shades woven through it. Despite being mostly dark, there seems to be no shortage of light. You can see yourself more clearly than you could in the grove. As well as the person standing before you. She is a short blond-haired woman, wearing what looks like a blue and white maid uniform with a bright red ribbon upon her chest. She bows to you.
>"I am... sorry," she says. "I meant no harm. But I feel safer here."
