"Don't tempt me," Takatora growled, his cheeks faintly coloured by embarrassment.

Clearly Yoshitsugu was none the worse for wear.

There was more prodding with elbows and knees than was strictly necessary as he got off of his friend -- but that too was like old times, long before they'd learned the true meaning of sacrifice.

Still, once he was up, Takatora took Yoshitsugu by the arm and pulled him back up onto his feet.