Miyume didn't speak, she simply slipped her hands under his shirt, one breaking off to the right to comply with his request for a scratch. Her expression was calm and relaxed; the strain on her face from earlier was nowhere to be seen now.

While she didn't look particularly happy or sad, she did seem to have found a moment of peace. And in a life as riddles with obstacles as hers, peace was more than enough for Hazama Miyume. Happiness faded and sorrow always found its way home to her one way or another.