[The headpat ends up tapping into memories long past, of an older brother holding his baby sister close through a chilly fall evening, patting her head as she shivers under both her coat and blanket. 'It's alright. We'll be alright.'

How long has it been since someone actually comforted her like that? When did she learn how to keep smiling so people wouldn't worry about her?]

It's fine. It's- it's all fine. That's what we're here to change, right?

[There's an uncomfortable truth about Tuuri's situation that's still gnawing at her, deep in her chest-

Even if you win and go back, what situation are you going back into?

-but it hasn't consumed her yet. She can still smile and act like she's alright.]

That fate isn't set in stone, so it's alright.