[ Maika hesitates, legs tensed for a moment before she pushes herself to her feet. It's not far to the bed. She plops herself down on the edge of it, looking out into the room instead of at Aerith, but close to hand. ]

It's not funny at all. You don't have to try to laugh at your regrets.

[ If this were Kippa, she'd pull the blanket up over her head now to give her a little shield from the world. But Maika has no idea how to be reassuring to anyone over the age of eight. ]

...When we fix this place and bring back the others, make him show you then. He'll owe you a mountain of pictures for all that work.