[Eight smiled and she reached for Ken's hands. It was a bold move, and perhaps a little socially forward, but in the short time of their conversation she had grown fond of him and wanted to share this moment.]

[Her hands have clawed tips but practiced hands are reaching carefully not to scratch him. They gently fold into a cup with her hands and she beckons him to look into it.]

I may not like hot springs, but they are a memory. They are special to you, and you need to keep them in your heart. One day you may forget. Maybe its because of time. Maybe it is by someone's design. But if you keep them here, in the deep place where the soul resides, you will be able to feel them even when they seem lost.

Try to feel them. They are the precious things that make you. And when you face the dark and scary things, they will help you.

[Tenderly her hands give Ken's a light squeeze.]