Okay so she couldn't help but laugh at Ino's exasperation directed at their Matsu.
Narumi himself isn't voluptuous, more on the side of thin, though not to the extent of the Dragon. Clearly, she doesn't get enough exercise. For reasons.
They sit, and the Otter is well aware of the mild seclusion.
"Um."
She's almost speechless. Ino would note this was a rather clear sign her defensive walls were precariously down; she'd knocked them down herself, last time, hadn't she?
"Well. I- I thought one of us should." She regains a bit of footing, and leans in conspiratorially, tracing a fingerpad around the rim of her cup. "We have a shared interest. And he's...
fond of you. And I'm fond of him. And I thought to myself,
I don't want a quarrel." she quietly echoed the words she'd said at the temple, and her expression softens. "I want to make things right between you and I."