Izana looked up once he heard his name fall from your lips, a smile on his face as his eyes soften. He held your hand and pulled you closer to him, “Hm?” He hummed, his eyes fluttering closed as he hugged you.

A fragile thing you were, visiting your older half-brother even though you had health problems. Izana cared for you deeply even if you were blood related to that stupid Manjiro.

You were the closest thing he had left.

“What did you need, little sis?” He asked.