Ami's cheerful air bled out to its normal, serious state in no time at all as she watched Adela's body language snap from interest to...something decidedly more tense. Ami accepted the knife and slipped it back into its place up her sleeve, sighing again. This time, it was a touch exasperated. "You saw the malfunctioning missive over the scrolls." It wasn't a question.

It wasn't an answer, either, so when she spoke again there was a touch of stubbornness in her voice. "Yes, he did. Sensei said I could keep writing to him. So I did, and then I sent him...something, and then a little while later he sent me these." She sipped at her tea, ears pinkening a little. "...I sent him back a coat as thanks." There was more to it, of course, but Adela wasn't involved enough to need all of the particulars.