Miyume stared at scarf, stunned. Whatever she'd been expecting, it hadn't been this. Her mouth fell open slightly, her blush from moment before deepening to scarlet. However, she was smiling beautifully and there was a slight sheen of tears in her eyes, revealing just how unbelievably touched she actually was.

She took it with a hand that trembled slightly with emotion rather than weariness and carefully wound it around her neck and shoulders as if it was something far more precious and expensive than a simple wooly scarf. Once that was done, she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, lingering a moment.

"Thank you, Mirai," she said in total sincerity. "I love it."