[He sits on his knees beside her, watching her sort through her bromides, and remembers he has one of Zenitsu. He frowns slightly at the broken piece of egg shell, shoulders going tight. That was one thing he really didn't know how to react appropriately to-- he could never understand Konoha's grief over bearing a flower as opposed to the child she so desperately wanted.]

[He claims the incense as it's offered, and realizes he can't light it without setting it down, because he only has one hand. It frustrates him for a moment, but he places it carefully in wherever it's meant to burn to light it. He's... learning a lot about how to just ignore his left arm, already, which makes him glad he's right-handed. His attention goes from the incense to the bromides, and he shifts them so Shinobu's slightly overlaps Giyuu's.]

...Giyuu-san never smiled much, I imagine you knew that about him. When I woke up-- I was unconscious for three months after it all... When he came to see us, he'd cut his hair because he couldn't pull it back one-handed, and I got to see him really smile.