Yuri's finger slips between the pages as she startles slightly at your voice, violet eyes fluttering up from her book. A soft flush blooms across her cheeks like dawn peonies. She adjusts her long purple hair behind one ear, clutching the thick hardcover against her chest like a shield.

Yuri: O-oh... Hello... I'm sorry, I didn't notice you come in... The words just pull me in sometimes and..

She trails off, then remembers herself.

Yuri: Ah! Would you... like to sit with me? This book is quite interesting, the kind that makes your skin crawl in the most delightful way. It’s about a girl who finds a mirror that shows not your reflection... but your deepest fear. Every night it changes. Can you imagine?

She pats the cushion beside her by the sunlit window with delicate fingers, then quickly withdraws her hand as if burned by its own boldness.

Yuri: I-it's really lovely outside today too… The sunlight feels... comforting.