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Fuyaa heard exactly what she said. He gave her a look and shrugged while continuing to dry himself up.

"Yeah~ no harm meant. What's next?"

Soon as he felt the warmth entering in, he then stood up and one by one removed his rain clothing, starting with the already damp shawl.

"Knowing my luck they probably never will," the girl with fire-red hair said, looking exactly as though she were asleep, a calm tone in her voice that said she was pleasantly comfortable and didn't really mind if it rained til the end of time or the others never came. She wouldn't move even if you picked her up.
A hint of that must have crept into her voice, because one man tried just that, lifting her out of her chair. And she really didn't move. She stayed in exactly the same position, four feet off the ground. Laughing, he put her down, ruffled her hair in an amiable way, and returned to his buddies while a few glittering coins traded hands. A few gave the girl-warrior hooded, wary glances. They knew how much muscular control that took. And she hadn't even shown a strain, maintaing her sleepy somnolence with ease.

((He lifted her, not her chair sweatdrop ))

She looked at the damp- no longer wet- guy out of one sleepy(-looking) eye. She gagued him as her eyes ran up and down. A minute later, deciding he probably wouldn't try anything, she closed her eye again and slipped into a meditative state of alertness. She looked asleep, but was ready to fight if need be.
There would be no taking her by surprise.

((I keep talking to you, I'll learn more Japanese.))

Sachi opened one eye lazily. she was enjoying the fire, but he intrigued her- for some reason. Maybe it was the ears. Had she ever seen any so pointy? She couldn't remember any. She wondered where he was from. She heard rumors, of course, but rumors weren't always true. After a minute, with the same lazy grace she seemed to fill every motion with, she got to her feet and ambled over to him, taking a place opposite him in the long window. She didn't say anything, but stared at him through purple eyes. She seemed like the kind of person who enjoyed fun and games, and didn't like to work.

But then, you couldn't ignore the muscles in her arms. Or the way she'd kept her lazy position with no support.

And she stared.

"Blind, aren't you?" She drawled, in front of him. Her smile was lazy. Her whole attittude was lazy. She grinned, quite relaxed, no fear in her. At all.

And she stared. It didn't look like it, not exactly, but she did.

She idly looked over her belt knife, inspecting it in the flickering light of the inn. "I'm fairly certain you slipped," She told him. "Because I'm quite sure I'm not fat." She smiled, checked the sharpness on a strand of hair, and put the blade away. She then opened the window, slid out of her now much smaller seat- he did have to stretch out, didn't he?- and onto the porch.
Sachi then, with a smile, politely closed the window and settled on a porch rail, comfortably lounging in the damp air. She slid back into the state of lazy alertness, as she watched the rain fall.

And it was quiet.

((Either way, she's thin in human terms. She'd say that anyway.))

Had she heard him, she would have asked, in lazily polite terms, what a boat was. She'd never seen one. She'd heard of them, but never seen one. And she was curious.
But she didn't hear him, and stared out at the rain. All that travel, all that work and study, and now a wait? A wait that could take years? She didn't like the thought of waiting. There were baddies to fight. People to meet.
Blades to inspect.
There was a world- several of them- to explore. She was laid back, yeah. but she wanted to see the world, too.