You sat beside Ruka, looking up at her as she tidied up her dollhouse, you tried to help as much as you could, not being able to speak much as you really couldn't, you were picking things up and giving them to her, she picked up a small wooden figurine, that looked like your son, Kyojuro, but she dropped it, breaking the head off, she sighed, setting it aside

"Oh dear, silly me...Shinjuro, would you be a dear and give me one of those backups?" She asked, pointing at a drawer