[ She's seen Junpei mad and she's seen him exhausted but she's never seen him quite as broken down as this and it hurts a little to look at him. She doesn't have to ask any further to know whatever he's remembered must be a knife to the heart -- not when she can see it all over his face and hear it in his voice.

She doesn't bother to ask this time when she gathers him into her arms. Carefully, tenderly, pulling him against her and slowly starting to stroke his hair. And just like last time, there's no magic words she can use to make this better.

But she speaks up anyway, her voice still soft and her words still gentle. ]

... I'm not going to say "it's alright" or anything like that. I know it's not. But I'm here, okay? I'm still not going anywhere.

[ There's things she needs to chew over for herself, a dream she needs to try and decipher. But that can wait. ]