The towering monk stood silent for a long while, simply being hugged whilst remaining expressionless. The weather was exactly the same as day she arrived, sweltering and humid to the point where it hung in the breath. Shari couldn't remember what she had said to Kai when she first pulled him aside, but it was something to do with being a kindred spirit. Perhaps she could simply tell how much his past had hurt him. It was so rare to find somebody that she related to like that. It enthralled her... But it also fooled her into believing his life was as simple as hers was, without even knowing him.
She wondered, knowing this, if she would have taken exactly the same path willingly.
"It's funny how you can go from hating something to missing it so quickly." The silence broke, and the muscular woman reverberated with an overwhelming melancholy. "Kai may not even be able to accept me as a friend when I find him. His wife might hate me. There are so many things that I can't control here, and to be honest, I'm terrified."
"If it's over... If he can't stand me being around, then..." She looked down to Rei, finally, giving a small, awkward but genuine smile. Probably the first time anyone had actually seen her avoid looking ferocious. "Well... I can't be a slave to violence anymore anyway. You can only piece a weapon back together so many times."
A prolonged shrug. It made the paintings of her chest and arms twist and contort slightly.
"I will write. But I can't say when. Or if Kai will reply at all."
The breeze picked up a little.
"Remember that Shari gave you these." She cupped Rei's hands together. When she opened then again, the red-orb earrings she normally sported were in the Kitsune's palm. "I don't care if Yaunjun forgets that she lost. Just... remind her that I existed..."
Throwing the red jacket of her gi over her shoulder, the mountain of a woman walked off into the stone streets, wind pulling the baked dirt into the air behind her.