[Yasuho, unfortunately, can't help but voice that same observation-]

...Like you are? [she asks, turning away with a slight wince at how bluntly the words came out.] I can't help but wonder if she would feel the same. We'll be as old as we are now 'forever' after this- it's something we all have to come to terms with.

...Even if it can't be love, I can't imagine anyone would want to be alone in that.

[Which is perhaps a little too personal, a little too emotional, too soft, but in a dream like this she can't bring herself to care and hide that away. Instead Yasuho nods, a spark of determination in her eyes.]

Exactly. And there's a chance using someone else's birds to send it would help as well- it wouldn't be completely obvious who sent the letter until it was read, I'm sure.

[She smiles, but it's pained. She wants so badly for it to go well for someone else, but all she can think of is an unopened missive sent back to her room, the edges crumbled like they'd been clasped in angry hands.]

Even knowing one another is coping...that's something after all.