She dreams of white feathers and radiant eyes and a smile like sunshine.

In time, the wounds scab over and she can speak of him without choking up. He�s only an ordinary boy, now. A stupid boy obsessed with his own sister, who bungled up everything and let her down so many times and never loved her anyway. She knows it�s not true, but when the ache grows too strong it�s soothing.

She makes little excuses to wander into Tokyo on dragon-back. Best to keep an eye on things, really. Noise smiles understandingly; she always returns.

It�s better this way.