"Something has modified Deskyl's emotions; could your magic have done that?"

"No... my magic can affect emotions, but I haven't cast anything like that on her, and it would have worn off within a few minutes even if I had. Is she all right?"

    "She thinks so, sir."

"All right. I have some spells that can remove other magic; I can prepare them in the morning if you think they might help."

    "No, sir. She's confident that she'd notice if something like that was affecting her."

"All right. Let me know if there's anything I can do, then."

    "Yes sir. Thank you for your time."

Hashirama reiterates the thanks.

And Raafi goes back to the inn.

    "Is there anything else to check, sir?"

"Not that I can think of at the moment, unless you feel like having my wife stare at you for an hour over tea."

    "No, sir. Thank you for your time."

He nods, smiling. "It was no trouble at all. Good luck with settling in!"

    "Yes sir."

They head back to their respective spots, Deskyl and DZ to the apartment and Desuka to her job, and the rest of the evening and the following morning are uneventful.

And that afternoon, Raafi stops by to see Hashirama again.

Hashirama appears to be busy! But Uzumaki Mito is available to talk to him. And would like to, in fact.

Sure, he's amenable to that.

She appears. She looks oddly, ethereally youthful - she's certainly settled in her features, but she has a full grace to them that elder humans usually don't.

"Hello. You would be Raafi?" she asks, voice pleasant, vowels a bit clipped.

"Yes ma'am." He inclines his head respectfully. "It's good to meet you."

She smiles, a bit. "It's good to meet you, too. My husband Hashirama has been absolutely delighted by your company."

"I'm glad to hear it. I've really enjoyed seeing the city, he's done an excellent job with it."

Softer smile. "He really has."

"But come. Conversations are best held over tea. Would you mind accompanying me elsewhere?"

"Of course not, ma'am."

He makes small talk about the tea as he follows her; he's been enjoying trying all the new kinds, and doesn't have a favorite among the local ones yet but has been putting some thought into the question.

She's fairly knowledgeable on the subject, and can make recommendations from what he's already enjoyed.

Soon they're in a nice, semi-private booth in a tea shop, where they have a good view of the other patrons but sound's disrupted enough no one can really overhear each other. (This sort of set-up seems popular).

He appreciates the advice and will keep an eye out for her recommendations. And once they're in the booth and settled: "Did you want to talk about something in particular, ma'am?"