"You're really quiet."

It's dark, and he's walking her home again. She doesn't live far from her mother, but he won't leave her to wander the streets alone.

Can't.

"Dinner was…enjoyable," he says after a moment of consideration.

The miko smiles at the admission and bumps his shoulder with hers. "Mama liked you, you know." Walking a bit ahead, she spins on her heel and walks backwards. "How's your face?"

Startled, his hand touches his cheek but not the one her mother hit.

Her eyes widen in realization. "When's the last time someone kissed you?"

He can't answer her.