She knew about being bipolar in the vague, eponymous sense that the afflicted swung between emotional extremes, which Shisui seemed to do frequently—but a budding psychologist she was not.

She wasn't sure if she was relieved or sad about the near-hair ruffle, and resolutely opted to settle for the former, nodding her head and beginning the familiar trek back to the shop that had been her home for going on half a decade. It felt strange.to have company, for once.