Haru never visits them.
And it's not because she can't or won't (she wishes it could be that simple), it's because she just doesn't fit the way she used to.
She tried to go back (oncetwicethrice, oh she's lost count of how many times she tried), but Muta is never there and every time she attempts on her own; Haru can never find it.
It is as if it had never existed.
Gone.
Vanished.
Disappeared.
(except… cats still talk to her and look at her like she's some kind of hero and she's not, because that was Baron's job)
And because she can't dream forever, Haru puts them away and locks them up tight. Makes herself believe that they are fairytales that she has grown too old for. Convinces herself that it never could of happened.
(and most importantly, she makes herself believe that gentleman dolls can't steal hearts.)
And so she moves on.
But still…
Every morning she makes tea.
(smiling, she'll say that she can't guarantee the flavor)
Often times, she can be seen giving advice or fixing someone up.
(and, when she's done, she will whisper something strange about believing in yourself)
She walks with an odd grace in her step that was never there before.
(but when you ask her to dance, she will always say 'no' with a far off look in her eyes; as if she is seeing something you can never see)
Her most prized possession is fine grey silk top hat.
(sometimes, she acts like it's the only thing keeping her from going to pieces)
And always, always, she seems to be searching for something.
(but she can never quite remember what it is)
Haru never visits them.
(because she can't)