"Well, that's all! Now tell me what you what you want to do! ~"

The girl finally went quiet after a few minutes of talking non-stop. She then looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reaction, and for his first choice.

"...nail painting – oh, I know you don't paint yours, but I meant that you could paint mine! Anyway~ for the last one, we could have a casual conversation about what's going on in our lives, of course! That's the most important part of any sleepover!"

She cleared her throat to add an air of seriousness to her words, even though they were pretty much unserious in nature.

"So, our options are~ styling different clothes, bake sweets, watch movies, take some pictures of ourselves around the Express, give each other new hairstyles ..."

She felt comfortable enough to joke around, but there was some truth to what she said. She was a relatively young girl, found all alone with no memories of her prior life, and he was the one who took care of her the most during all this time ... March did, in fact, see him as family by now.

// also I mean no harm in that, anyone can write whatever they want but I >personally< don't really like this type of content and that's why I'm saying this

// I feel bad when I block someone so I try not to, but if this keeps up I'll probably have to do it ,,,

"Let's just get comfortable first, deciding might take some time!"
She sat on the bed and lightly patted the empty space next to her, calling him to sit there.
"I wrote a list ... it ended up kinda big though~ want me to read it for you?"

"First of all, I want to discuss our plans for tonight! We won't be sleeping early, just so you know~ I planned lots of things, but since the focus is making >you< relax" – she pointed at him as she said that – "I'll let you choose what we'll be doing first!"

A past she didn't even remember couldn't be missed. But the fact that she didn't even have a name to be called by weighed on her mind – right now, she wasn't anyone. She barely felt like a person. What was the point of living if she didn't have an identity?

"I can't remember ... at all. I don't have any memories of my past ... They start at the moment I was found by you."
She really tried to hold it in, but some tears ran down her face as she said that.

With every strenght she had, and with lots of motivation too, she finally let out a short, but very efective phrase:

"I... feel fine."

Alongside that, she also squeezed his hand. This time, it wasn't some form of communication, but a form of affection.

She finally let him go, and then lightly pushed him back to his bedroom.
"Just be quick, and don't try to run away from me! I'll be waiting for you right here, okay?~"

"Okay then, I'll give a few minutes to get your things~ some comfortable clothes to sleep should be enough, but you can bring anything you want! You don't need to worry about snacks and skincare stuff though, I'll provide those!"

So she went with just one squeeze. After all, she'd just be left alone for a few minutes, and she did want to see the other two members who also took care of her all this time. To let him know it was really fine, she also showed a small smile.

Then came the last question. Being completely honest, she didn't want to be left alone just yet. His grip on her hand was comforting, and she felt safe with him around. However, she knew the rest of the crew was also worried, and she wanted to make them feel at ease too.