We pause for a moment in front of the door, looking through the little window. Rin is in there, sitting up in a big Western-style bed made of metal. There is a pad of paper in her lap, and at least two dozen cheap wax crayons are strewn about on top the bed sheets. She is drawing intently, gripping an orange crayon with sure purpose. Her face is a portrait of concentration, focused yet peaceful.

I open the door gently and gradually, so as not to surprise her. The doctor says she reacts terribly to surprises. Still, when she hears a hand on the doorknob she jerks her head up. It takes a moment to recognize us, and then she smiles. She clumsily attempts to neaten up the bed. She tries to gather the crayons and stuff them back into the box. Several fall to the ground and roll away.

"Rin," I say, coming over to her with Sakura and Ilya in tow, "it's okay, you don't have to clean this stuff up."

Rin stops and looks up at me warily.

"I... Fu... Fuji..."

I put my hand on her shoulder and look into her eyes. They seem so uneasy and shallow.

"It's okay," I repeat, "we just wanted to visit you today."

She nods slowly, digesting it and then smiling again. Sakura, Ilya, and I take three plastic chairs from the corner of the room and sit in a semi-circle facing Rin's bed. She looks better than the last time I saw her, but she seems so frail in her thin, white hospital gown. Her long, dark hair is everywhere in tangles, and it's dull from harsh shampoo. She seems not to care about her chaotic appearance.

I try not to draw attention to myself examining her. I know we probably have limited time with her today, so I try to get some conversation started.

"How are you today, Rin?" I ask. Ilya and Sakura look at her as if she is the center of their universe.

Rin smiles at us and nods.

"O... okay..."

"That's good. Are the doctors nice?"

She nods.

"I think so, too. Are you eating enough?"

She thinks this one through a bit... and then shrugs her shoulders.

"Uh... food..."

"You don't like it?"

She shakes her head.

"I understand."

She smiles, and then her attention turns to Sakura.

"Sa..." Rin blushes, unable to go on. Sakura leans in a little, and Rin slowly wraps her arms around the other girl. Sakura looks a little surprised; Rin wasn't nearly this forward the last time. She looks questioningly at me, and I shrug. Rin has a smile on her face; why not? Sakura understands, and carefully moves her own hands around Rin's sides. The peace is beautiful.

We spend a little more time with Rin before I see a nervous doctor at the door. I nudge Ilya and Sakura. They understand, and we prepare to leave, slowly so that Rin has time to acknowledge it. I pat the girl on her head, and tell her that we'll see her in a few days. She has an uneasy smile on her face, and tears in her eyes. We turn to leave.

We are at the door when there is a slight tugging at my sleeve. I turn around to see Rin, standing, clutching my shirtsleeve.

"Rin, I'm--"

"Fu-Fu... for you!"

And she gives me a piece of paper folded in half.

"Thank you, Rin," I say before even having looked at it. She nods sweetly and turns to return to the bed. I put the paper in my purse and we leave with waving hands and blown kisses. Her eyelids look heavy as the doctor steps into the room and sees us off.

Outside of the hospital, Ilya asks to see the paper, and I capitulate. I unfold it. It is a wonderful crayon drawing. Sakura and Ilya crowd in on either side of me to get their own good looks at it. The marks are thick and strong; a lot of love has gone into this. I see a row of figures standing outside the Emiya house: myself, wielding my old shinai; Ilya, with brilliant ruby-red eyes; Sakura, with a divinely serene smile and holding a plate of food; and Rin herself, rather plain. And then I see one more figure, right beside Rin. I see that the Rin stick-figure is looking at him intently, lovingly. He has simple clothing; a firm, fair face; and messy, bright orange hair.

From this simple drawing... I know she is still mourning. I put my hand to my mouth.