Kouko looked around as the Miko approached the samurai. Really, other than maybe the Princess, there wasn't anyone she wanted to talk to. They were either too intimidating or too... ah... boisterous. The little woman follows by the Priestess's side, looking up at the samurai she speaks to. She smiles softly, bowing respectfully. "Hello, samurai-san. Kurahimi, was it? Hiryuu Kouko." When the samurai draws her sword, Kouko takes a chance to look at it closely. A reversed sword...? She must be very confident if she would purposefully take a non-lethal weapon on a mission like this. Not to say you /couldn't/ kill with it, but swinging to strike with the sharp edge would be awkward.

"It's not impossible, but... it speaks to your dedication, Kurshiami-san. If you would, might I ask you to place your hand on the hilt of this sword? I want to see something. Feel free to refuse, I would understand." Kouko takes the sheathed sword from her waist and holds it up for Kurahimi to touch the hilt.

Should she take the opportunity, she surely notice the loose fit of the sheath to the sword. It was just a little too big. Was this not the right sheath? Further, to any who do not hold peace in their heart, this sword would burn the hand that held it. If you took your hand away quickly enough, it wouldn't leave any serious burns or marks, but it would definitely be noticeable that the sword would reject such a hand. Otherwise, it would seem to be the hilt to a normal sword. The Priestess might notice a faint, peaceful aura from it, being so close.

Beware: To doubt oneself is to be conflicted, and if one is conflicted, one is not at peace.