[ Past noon? Oh, no. She's been cooped up in here far too long. He's likely not the only one who has been worried, and when the people of Watatsumi Island worry about her, they can get a little out of hand— It's for a moment that her mind starts to go down this rabbit hole before she manages to tune back in on what he's saying, reminding herself that if things were drastically out of sorts, he would have already told her, rather than taking the time to assure her that he was not seen in his mission to come and find her.

She relaxes... as much as she can with her notebook held to her chest as if fearing it will spontaneously open if she so much as relaxes her grip.

Gorou's words continue, though, and with them the color in his cheeks darkens, and the color in hers starts to form into something equally red, a slight widening of her eyes revealing how much he's taken her off-guard as her heart beats a little faster in her chest. He's missed her... She has missed him too. Kokomi's mind starts to mentally open the book still shut tight in her arms, thumbing through the stratagems she has so carefully laid out— ]

General. That night, just before the others found us at the shoreline... [ Kokomi speaks before she stops to consider the words, and the strategist in her brain screeches to a halt in her work, staring in horror at what the emotion in her breast is about to say, even as she knows she can't stop herself from saying it. ] ...You were about to say something.

[ The color in her cheeks darkens, but she somehow manages to hold her gaze steady. All she needs is to know his answer. It narrows down the outcomes significantly— ]

Do you remember what it was?