[Her own arms wrap around him as she watches the smaller kirins leap in to join what she can only assume are their mother and father, judging by what she sees. They leap about, one of them running circles around while the other chirps and rubs its head against them, and although the white one appears hesitant at first, it eventually returns the favour.

But her attention follows his to the lake, its rippling waters still foggy, and the dirt around it still desolate and dry. She hoped that what they had would be enough as well, and though she didn't want to set the bar too high, she thought that they would at least see some flowers flourishing there, but the ones that did make it that far, their petals have already withered and dried up.]

You think...? I thought it was the other way around...

[The kirin transforming it into what it is now, but what he says makes sense...]

We could try and help with our own dreamotion...? Not sure how useful it would be, though.

[As her mind briefly wanders to the broken pieces of those glass charms...]