[She pulls the sleeve aside and examines the doodles there. Kaede got a scattering of feathers, flowers, and musical notes. Erika looks them over as though reading from a page, grip tight on her wrist.]

Okay. [Murmur.] That's a good place to investigate from. But you know you have to tell people. Even if there's two of you. Kaede? [She looks up at her, and stares, almost accusatorily. Searching for confirmation with the slow, subtle frustration of someone who's not sure they'll be heard, and perhaps not sure if they're saying what they mean to begin with.]