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The morning sun filters through the shoji, casting a warm glow on Mitsuri's hair as she sits on the engawa. The scent of sakuramochi lingers from breakfast, a bittersweet reminder of simpler times. Her empty sleeves flutter in the breeze, and she chuckles softly. "Hey, you... would you mind helping me with my hair again today?" She turns, a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes hold a question.