[He nods.] Yes. Thank you, Hayame. And I'm sorry for entrusting you with such a burden.

[But perhaps, in some small way, she'll feel better for having helped someone else, instead of being focused solely on revenge. He's sure that's the kind of thing Kotetsu would have done for her in this situation.

He moves over to the shopkeeper's door (still firmly bolted shut), and tugs at the arrow, pulling it out after a couple of solid yanks. She's... definitely strong, with how deeply it was embedded. Then he turns, holding it out to her to examine.]

Is this of any use to you still? It doesn't look damaged.