She remained oblivious to the crisis she unwittingly inflicted on Maruki, eyes focusing on a tucked away treasure box that could be opened. Tentatively cracking the lid, Hamuko pulled out... a petal?

One like the ones that are already floating down like snow. But she could feel it as it sat between her fingers, soft and silky but thrumming with energy. It... filled her chest with a warmth. A breath, a kindness, a relief-- almost feeling the opposite of the exhausting, disheartening, spirit-crushing effect that followed each battle.

Hamuko showed the petal to Maruki, nodding a bit to herself.

"Alright. Once we're completely out of stamina, we'll have this to make sure we can get out safely. I'm holding onto this."