Gonou sets the cabinet down with care on the other side of the table, his gaze flickering up towards Jedao with gratitude for a moment, at his careful turning-away of attention.

He takes a breath, then undoes the latch, and checks inside. The saucers and incense are sitting on the bottom of the cabinet; he'll have to tuck those into the drawer built for them. The bud vase should fit beside them, but if not, he can put it in his own pocket for the short trip down to Jedao's room.

Slowly, his gaze rises to the pencil portrait framed and inset at the top center, and his breath catches in his throat.

"I forgot how much she looked like me," he says at last, his voice thin. He had almost forgotten what she looked like at all.