[ Kohaku watched him, her hand dropping to her side as he let it go. She couldn't imagine what he must have been going through right now ... sure, she was in the same 'lack of maternal figure' boat as he was, but her mother wasn't actually here, and there was no telling if she ever would be. His mother ... was.

Kohaku took his hand again as he turned back toward the bowl. ]

Hey ... Come here.

[ And before he could protest, she made sure he wasn't holding anything sharp, then pulled him a little closer and wrapped her arms around him tightly, rubbing his back just a little as she did so. ]

It probably sucks a lot right now, but this is a good thing, okay?

[ She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. ]

Besides, she probably feels just as weird as you do right now.

[ And she definitely knows how weird it is to be dead one moment and alive again the next. ]