Siduri Approaches

Ritsuka relaxed. Although primitive and not at all like a modern mattress, the hard stone did wonders for his back. He and Mash were staying at a humble cube-shaped home made of sandstone, lended to them by King Gilgamesh. Ritsuka was taking a break, laying on his back. He wasn't a Servant like Mash nor a labourer. He had clearly defined limits and needed moments of rest. Right now, their work was finished and the sun was setting.

He heard footsteps and promptly rose. It was Siduri, the gorgeous woman constantly at Gilgamesh's side. She was dilligent and kind and someone whom he respected greatly. Everytime Ritsuka saw her, his own efforts for humanity rekindled. She never complained despite the work Gilgamesh dumped on her. It was inspiring.

Siduri put a hand on her chest and lowered her head. "Hello, Ritsuka Fujimaru."

"Siduri," Ritsuka greeted. "How are you?"

"I am well," Siduri replied. "I assume you have finished today's work?"

"Yeah. Mash is still out helping though."

"I see."