Three days later, she still didn't know what to wish.

"The potential backlash if I get it wrong is too severe. I can't just wish not being sure."

He lifted her over a fallen tree in their path and nodded. "I do not disagree."

"My grandfather might—that's a big might—be able to find something at our shrine, or maybe Mushin would know something." She was linking her arm through his to walk with him, pressed closer than usual.

He knew it was fear of separation.

"What if Mushin doesn't know?" she whispered.

"Then we will find another way."