Talk:Ittan-momen/@comment-29721398-20161110020413/@comment-30700719-20170115114213

"Well...Thank you ma'am, for helping with the stew. Would you care for some, when it's ready?" I look down, run to my dorm, and put some clothes on. When I come back, the roast is nearly done so I pop it out of the oven. The Ittan-momen is still stirring, but the timer is going off, so I gently pry the pot from her, serve up a bowl, and offer her a bowl too. It seems that she got blown out over the ocean by a Sylph, and the Trieste was the only haven for kilometres around.

The very next day, I take her back to the mainland, 'cause she probably has a family of some sort waiting for her.