"Misa-san?" The voice is Ran's, entering the carriage. "I was baking yesterday, and I saved you some--"

She blinks as she catches sight of the girl in the hammock. For one, Misa's hair is down -- and it's never been down, except for during braiding lessons. But more strikingly is how exhausted she looks -- the darkness under the eyes, the weight at the shoulders.

Pausing with the plate of cookies in her hand, Ran's eyebrows knit gently. "Misa-san, are you feeling all right?"