(Yes, she'd known that the swords obtained from battle had come over from the other side to be with them. The exact nature of how they'd gone over to that side and why they suddenly decide to come back is more of a mystery. She listens quietly, her mind wrapping around what it can. There are questions. There are so many questions but she knows there aren't nearly as many answers.)

So it's possible that... he's losing who he is. (She isn't usually one to let her emotions get the better of her but right now, she sounds genuinely sad. It makes sense. It would at least explain how he could cut down Mikazuki without a second thought. She's quiet again for another moment,) Then it's important to remind him of that.

(Of who he is. A white crane sword, an irreplaceable friend, a valued ally.)

Whatever has taken a hold of him must be strong to take that away from him. You must be careful.

(And she sighs, letting out a breath and relaxing her shoulders. She's still worried. She probably won't stop worrying until things are right again but they've done all they can for now and at least, after almost two days, they have a plan.)

Now... you'll need more than snacks to get your strength back, Mikazuki-san.

(Standing up, she sets down an empty tea cup and dusts herself off.)

Let's go to the kitchen and see what's leftover. (She reaches out with both hands to help Mikazuki up and adds,) You're not good in the kitchen.

(That childlike honesty...)

So let me help you. Then I promise I'll go to sleep.