The room suddenly seems to grow warmer, and along with the floral scent of the Empress that seems to accompany her everywhere, a few other smells pop up - scents that Shiro would find soothing, comforting. "Be at peace, my lord Takashi. You are safe here; I mean you no harm."

She slowly places her newly-acquired mug on the desk, where her husband's mug used to be, making sure to create a cute doily coaster before she places it down. Then Empress grasps the one with the cartoon ram, standing from the stool and gracefully offering it to Shiro. "Hoshiko was her name this cycle," she repeats, glancing at the picture over his shoulder with a sad smile. Her eyes grow a little moist with memory. "We both miss her... very much."