[a deep, satisfied sort of sigh comes from her as she melts a little further into the kotatsu's warmth. like it radiated down to the bone marrow, to truly warm one up...she might have to sneak in here and nap with it, she thinks. just to see how it feels.

the bottle...the bottle, right. the reason she came. she'll rouse herself enough for it.]

It's some kind of liquid...I found this under my bed when I was cleaning. I couldn't tell you what it is, but the label...the symbol on it is raised and feels somewhat familiar. And it has me wondering, do you recognize it at all? Or is there writing to explain it?

[the heavy iron necklace she had been wearing in her soul. the pendant with no way to get it off. no writing to name it, just a dark logo and a tightly corked small bottle.]

I smelled it, thinking it might be one of Natsume's perfumes, but it just smells like a new tea...