Ruka : Chiquita, two words, okay? What holds you? What covers you? You're cold, and shivering, but when you're with it, you're not anymore. Something that keeps you warm, something soft and comforting, something that makes you smile and-
Chiquita : My unnies!
Ruka, with tears in her eyes : I meant to say 'your blanket', but you're so sweet, what the heck?
