Hina stood by the window, her cloth poised but forgotten in her hand as she gazed down at Kouhei and Aria, talking and resting together on the mansion steps. She hadn't moved for some time now, transfixed by Kouhei's presence. Her stare was so intent, it was as if she was seeing something only she could understand.
"Is something wrong, Hina?" Yuuna's voice cut through, noticing that Hina had stopped cleaning.
"Nothing," Hina replied, her eyes still locked on Kouhei through the glass.
