[ Susato chuckles at his surprise. She sits back down her bed, facing him again, and sets Iris on her lap so that the constellations can continue to shine as they speak. The faint whirring continues, though eventually fades from her hearing as white noise. Despite the sound suggesting some complex mechanisms at play, however, the doll is light and soft, as if made of feathers.

If he stares long enough, the stars seem to move slightly as well, as they would in a real sky. ]

She doesn't seem to run out of power, so most nights I just leave her on to help me sleep. It is curious, but I couldn't bring myself to take her apart to find out why.

[ Kazuma didn't come to discuss her doll, though, she knows. There's an "Anyway..." that goes unsaid. ]