Hurricane[Izumi, Solomon]

Solomon didn't pay any particular mind to her comment about him being strange. To him, it was simply a matter of honor and a strong moral code. She threw herself into the lion's den to assist him in battle. There wasn't a hospitable nearby, and as she herself said, she wasn't particularly that strong. He had no intention of risking leaving her when another hollow might attack. On the other hand, he supposed it would be awkward to remain silent and watch over her like this. Ergo, he would answer her question, chuckling softly at her response.

"My apologies if I'm being unreasonable. It just wouldn't sit right with me to have you walking around in bad condition, not when I could have prevented it... or instructed you to stay back. In any case, I am here because I had received reports from my division in the Vandenreich of hollows hiding in this place to attack unsuspecting civilians. In other words, I came to carry out my duty and prevent them from causing harm to anyone else."

Leaning back in his chair, giving her some modicum of distance to make her feel comfortable, he decided to the same question in return.

"How about you? Out here on duty or did you receive similar information from the people around here?"

Solomon nodded quietly once the woman reassured him that he was allowed to keep her company until her injuries subsided. His gaze swiftly shifted from observing Izumi once he sensed the presence of another small snakelike hollow slithering toward them, lunging at the woman resting against the construct of reishi. His arm reflexively shot forward, punching the creature toward the ground before cutting it in half with his blade - all within the space of a single second. As he said, his intent was to protect her from harm while she healed, to prevent her from incurring any further damage. His suspicion was proven correct, it seemed. Like bees to honey, hollows always gravitated towards significant sources of spirit power. Solomon turned back, gazing at the woman with a playful grin.

"Perhaps we might have to move elsewhere. To answer your question, yes. I was sent out on a mission to handle the hollows in the area. Normally, I would've waited for a Shinigami to act, but once I heard how much trouble they were causing... I decided to take matters into my own hand."

Solomon would return to his chair, listening to the woman's response to his question. She seemed to have something of a maturity to her given the way she spoke to him, leading him to believe she may have been older than him. Nonetheless, he continued, offering his view on the conversation.

"I suppose that makes sense. Do you belong to a division by any chance? I've met my fair share of soul reapers from the Gotei recently, but there's always room for talking to one more. Or..."

He paused for a moment, stroking his chin quietly. Was she a rogue, perchance? Solomon recalled his conversation with Hijiri Aramaki, how he spoke of his disillusionment with the Gotei. Did she share a similar view?

"I suppose that makes sense. One of our recent members was a shinigami," he replied, his tone humorous yet decidedly genuine.

As he suspected, Izumi was not affiliated with the Gotei at all. He could practically hear the disdain in her voice. Naturally, Solomon wondered about the way they operated. His good impressions of Gotei members were Igen and Mizu. Two motivated and well-meaning individuals. Then, there was Hijiri and Izumi. Those who seemed to want nothing to do with the Gotei. What led them to their current point of views?

For Hijiri, it drove him to join the Vandenreich, an organization composed entirely of Quincy. Izumi... well he barely knew the woman so far outside of her reserved disposition, a composed air that didn't draw any attention to itself. She wasn't very talkative, but he understood that well enough. They had only just met one another, after all.

Solomon kept pace with the woman, surveying the area in case another hollow lunged out, pausing only when he noticed Izumi grimace in pain, using a tree branch to keep her body upright. From the looks of it, her condition seemed to worsen after a few steps. Stopping beside her, Solomon gazed at the woman, offering his assistance. Of course, he wished to make sure she felt comfortable with the idea first. Women were particular about these sorts of things, right?

"It looks like walking will be difficult for you, Miss Izumi. Would you like me to carry you until we reach an area you can heal at in peace?"

Solomon could practically feel the repulsion in her gaze. He expected to some degree, possessing a clear awareness of the way a woman might react to be carried. Of course, his intent was only to help. There was no ill will on his part, no intent to take advantage of her in her troublesome condition. He simply wished to make sure she was okay.

Remaining silent as they continued to walk, Izumi seemed to acknowledge that she could no longer walk properly in her current state, accepting his offer. Exhaling softly, he grabbed onto the woman's hand propping her body up into his arms. Turning his head to survey the area, Solomon recognized an area they could go where she could sit and rest her frame without worry. Tapping into his Hirenkyaku, Solomon held the brown-haired woman tightly as he raced towards a bench in a park where few were present. Placing her down carefully, Solomon cast his eyes toward the fountain as he sat down a few meters away to give her space.

"There. We should be far and away from danger now.'

Solomon pondered the woman's question for a moment. There was merit to her point of view. Of course, the young man simply wasn't the type to leave abruptly, he merely wished to know she was in better condition. She had involved herself in a battle intended for him, and though he was far from the type to fall prey to a guilty conscious over matters such as these, he still felt he ought to honor his word and stay by her side until she recovered. The only question was... how long would that process take?

"I intended to stay here yes, but if you at all find my presence disagreeable, Miss Izumi, then I'll certainly be heading off to survey the area to ensure the hollows here have been handled in full. Perhaps, I'm being unreasonable here, but I allowed you to fight alongside me without acknowledging your level of skill."

Solomon decided the best way to handle this was to offer her a device that would allow him to know she managed to pull away from here in solid condition. He placed it on the bench. A holographic messenger. She could simply tap the button, he would receive a message, and he would sleep well knowing she'd recovered. That was a fair tradeoff, no?

"Either way, It is unreasonable to expect your body to heal up in a night. As such, I leave you with this. A holographic messaging device. I'd like to at least know you recovered successfully. After that, you can do what you will with it."

Solomon didn't expect her to keep in touch. They may as well have been strangers, after all. Even so, all he desired to know is that she would be alright.