After Nathan and Hanzo had been pulled through the game, the group appeared to silently recalibrate and leave the two of them alone, filling the remainder of the evening with their own noise and their own bottles and their own company. No further invitations, no more pointed suggestions. They played among themselves and let the two travelers sit at the edge of it in peace, which was all Nathan had wanted from the beginning.
It was something, at least.
When the fire burned lower and the sake ran thin, tents went up around the clearing. Hanzo had come prepared for this. The shinobi habit of blending completely into whatever surroundings presented themselves extended apparently to camping gear and civilian travel preparations as well. She seemed to have an instinct for invisibility that went all the way down to the details.
