[ Fully feeling the absence of her shadow and the listlessness that has settled in its place, Sumina can't help but seek more, her hand absentmindedly lifting to curl into the fabric of his shirt. It's... warm, like this. He is warm like this, in what feels like the very coldness of the space itself within their hallway. ]

It's... Nothing to worry about. She's harmless, like me.

[ Smash cut to her shadow throwing an absolute rager on the Ren Faire floor. ]

I'd appreciate the help getting to my room, for now... I'll - I'll search for her again later. You need to rest, too, Satoru...

[ She fully intends on resolving this by herself, but we all know how that's going to go. ]