At last, the one who had reached out to the other three approached—a face somewhat more familiar to the outworlders, though she had been trying to distance herself for some time. Even now she still did it subconsciously, in the way she approached the group almost timidly and didn’t seem to be making eye contact with them. Not even Uendo or Sakuya were being granted a firm glance, even if she at least offers a small smile.

“I-I’m sorry, I wish I had more answers for you. I had to retrieve something myself, but...” She pushed the bangs favouring the right side of her face aside, unused to sensation or the way it obscured her vision. The choice to leave her hair in its natural state was a deliberate one, something she’d had to argue with Primrose a good while as she pulled out her own object: a delicate crystal flower, half-closed.

“I think I have an idea.” And now she does seek out Uendo’s gaze, voice quavering slightly with the last word. No Jue, keep it together...