Kanna waves her mirror.

Kanna brushed past 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓀𝓊 ‘s leg as she walked by.

Kanna silently looked directly up at the hand patting her. The result? A pat square in her face. She simply stood there, staring blankly up at Naraku. Her signature mirror notably not within her grasp.

Kanna silently nodded, still looking directly up at Naraku for what would have been an uncomfortably long period of time, at least for most people. She then proceeded to walk a complete circle around Naraku before heading off in a completely different seemingly random direction.

Bobbing down the stream, it eventually washed them up on the shore on the opposing side of the river. Sopping wet, Kanna pulled herself up to her feet and proceeded off into a field of flowers. A glint of light shone off of something reflective in the distance.

Kanna simply stared up at Lady Muzan. Her arms at her sides. Unblinking. Unmoving.

Kanna watched as Naraku’s arm managed to reach all the way to the top of the tree somehow. Reaching out, she accepted the mirror back into her grasp.

Kanna brought her mirror from her side in front of her, grasping it in both hands. Clearly considering whether or not it was appropriate to try to steal this particular soul. All the while, her gaze remained completely unchanged.

Kanna’s expression was unchanged, however, it’s new target was Naraku. She blinked as if to ask if it was alright to take this woman’s soul, as her mirror began to glow.

Kanna lowered her mirror, the glowing subsiding. Even if she had wanted to continue and steal Lady Muzan’s soul, with a direct order from Naraku, that was impossible.

Walks over and attaches herself to 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓀𝓊 .

Kanna let go of Naraku, grasping his patting hand with one of hers. Her signature mirror safely stowed in the other. She began to lead him away.

Kanna lead him to a tiny tombstone. White and purple flowers growing all around it and incense burning on the ground in front of it. It had no name, as Kanna had no stone masonry skill set, but it should be obvious enough to Naraku who it was made for.

Kanna taps Kohaku on the shoulder.

🪞 should she ? Probably not. Will she ? Maybeeee