[What he says makes sense, even though it isn't quite the way she was raised, the ways of the humans who'd took her in and taught her how to pay her respects for the dead.
... These people aren't dead. Not exactly. But to her... it's like a death. Never to be seen again, never to know if they were well...
Konoha lifts up her bundle and gently tugs the knot of the cloth off to let it fall away and reveal a bit of food. A rice ball. A tangerine. A bag of salt. A vial of water.]
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... These people aren't dead. Not exactly. But to her... it's like a death. Never to be seen again, never to know if they were well...
Konoha lifts up her bundle and gently tugs the knot of the cloth off to let it fall away and reveal a bit of food. A rice ball. A tangerine. A bag of salt. A vial of water.]
In my world, we usually offer food, so...