"... I will take you to Liu-dono," replied Torako, calmly. Her cold tone of voice was certainly a contrast to her previous attitude. It was a product of necessity. Once, she was always like this, but time had caused her to relax. Still, sliding back into a cool, calm, and utterly unconcerned with sewing death attitude fitting a trained fighter, no, a trained assassin, was sometimes necessary. And so, Torako simply cleared her mind and focused when she had to. The pale-haired girl turned on her heel and sprinted off into the forest. 

She recalled the path back to her ally well enough.