Early morning, the next day.
Haruka Yuzan completed the discharge procedures with Otome Mizuko.
The young lady's wound was not deep, and after being treated last night, she could be discharged today.
After yesterday's upheaval, Otome Mizuko became somewhat silent, following behind Haruka without speaking.
Her former flamboyance and confidence were gone, her pupils appeared somewhat grey.
Seeing this, Haruka Yuzan had no choice.
It was very troubling.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to comfort her.
"Yumeko, do you want some milk?"
"Hmm."
"Yumeko, do you want some bread?"
"Hmm."
"Yumeko, shall we go home?"
"Hmm."
That was their entire conversation this morning.
The morning tram had just passed on the streets of Tokyo, the morning mist had yet to clear, and sunlight streamed through the cracks in the glass, casting elongated patches of light on the ground.
Haruka Yuzan brought Otome Mizuko to the café downstairs.
