"Obaa's like that," she says wistfully. "That was just my memories of her, but... maybe you can meet the real her someday. I think she'd like you.

...I hope burning it doesn't hurt you. I know burning stuff isn't good for me, either, but it was the only way I had to stay warm for a long time," she says, and droops. ...Then perks back up.

"Oh, but— you didn't look at my sketchbook while you were in there! Most of it probably won't mean much to you, but you're in there too. And Macaque, and Evangeline."