[Giggling again, Miyabi's tempted to ask if they're both all right, but her brush merely hovers over the journal before she closes her eyes and makes a quiet humming sound. No, they were fine. If even Asch can make witty conversation with her, then they're fine. She doesn't have to worry, or be mad at them anymore. The damage was done, and they were okay.]
[Written]
It comes with my age.