Maybe later... I still don't feel so good on this, um. "Train".

[Maybe she should dry the persimmon... but no, surely she'd feel better soon enough to just eat it... No wasting food. So she just places it on the floor for now.]

Mm, it's no problem.

[She shakes her head into the bag of supplies pillow, closing her eyes a moment. Maybe that would make the shaking stop. ... Nope, it didn't.]

Once we get back to that place... if we don't get to go home. Let's do it.

[She'll help. She'll do anything to feel like she's assisting in the efforts to return them back to where they belong.]