Puffin Campfire, Sunday Evening.

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Sakurazaki had returned to camp just as quietly as she had left...Actually, no, she had been significantly quieter on her return, considering the very bothersome phone call she had recieved. She slips into the cabin and washes off the retreat sweat from herself, and then slips out just as easily, lingering over to the campfire. Her hair is still damp, down around her shoulders, and she reaches up and stretches, letting out a long grunt as her muscles loosen. Ahhh, that felt good.

The whole retreat felt good. She desperately needed it. And when she drops onto a log and sets to starting a fire, a very warm smile is on her face. She leans forward and watches the blaze in calm, meditative contentment.

[[OOC: zomg, grab happy Sakurazaki while she's here! open!]]