Ginia sits next to him, legs splayed in front, jacket crumpling in a pile at her side. When she's back at the temple, the first order of business is a long shower followed by a soak in the hot springs. The cold air on her skin feels nice though. She pulls her t-shirt away from her damp skin and flaps it a bit. Physical exertion is a daily part of her routine and though sweating in jeans is less comfortable than in lightweight exercise pants, a battle could happen at any moment in any condition. A bit of discomfort is better than serious injury or death.

She nod at Chikusa's response, eyes falling on her hands. Aside from the one time in the forest (and she fared far better than most), borderlines have always been dependable. No, there was another time her borderline failed her, almost two weeks ago now. (How differently would it have gone if Ayumu had turned within the first hour instead of after the countless hours it dragged into? Better, what if she hadn't turned at all?)

"I guess it's the same with me. I'm a good shot and decent with a knife or machete, but everyone in my temple is better than me physically or magically." The realization is a bruise, slowly healing but still sore to the touch and easily aggravated. "But I'm good with borderlines and no one else in my temple is learning shinki spells."

Funny how the one person from a non-magical world and a heavily technological background is becoming the primary shinki spellcaster.

"I think I found a song spell from the library. Mind looking at it for me?"