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Kanao's hands keep shaking, her fingers repeatedly fail to keep a tight grasp upon the hairpin. She manages to catch the butterfly ornament quick before it hits the ground.

She tries again. Hair strands fisting around the side of her head, the clip is supposed to be slides in -- and she drops it again.

If she could've sob, she probably would have.

A bigger, more calloused and scarred hand catches the pin for her. Kanao watches the Wind Hashira switch glances from her to the ornament before he makes a signal for her to turn around.

She doesn't find it in her voice to apologize for the trouble, opting only to turn around and let him tie up her hair. She feels her breath hitches just slightly at the way he handles the strands of her hair, moving every last one until he finally clips on the Butterfly ornament by the side of Kanao's head.

Kanae had always said that the Wind Hashira is a rather gentle soul.

" Break's over. " He gruffs, his hand moves to rest on the hilt of his sword. " The sun is setting and we've got a demon to kill. "

She knows his gaze lingers on the green and pink butterfly pin on the side of her head.

Everyone grieves in their own way anyway.