Hamuko hung at the door for a moment, still a bit shaky as she rubbed her face. She still felt like crying, but-- she should've held herself together more. She's gotten more sensitive since dying the first time, hasn't she...?

After trying to collect herself (a bit of a fool's errand, but what is she if not The Fool?) Hamuko walked back to Zenkichi, looking up at him. "I'm sorry."