[Konoha is intense, in the way she hangs upon his every word, her dark amber gaze slowly moving between the designs he reveals on the cards and his face. She wasn't sure what to expect, but what he gives her... Is past, present, and future. "Home and travel", "Anvil", and "Love". The story weaves together, it all makes sense...

But in the end... She doesn't know what to say. She's left staring at the Love card, the hopeful seeming expression on the painted woman's face. Slowly, her hands reach out to gently slide her fingertips over the card, wondering and smooth as she pulls it closer to herself to inspect as if looking for clues. But she can't see much, not with the tears that well up in her eyes.]

You think she knows? Knows that I'm not there... ?

[She wants to be sure about that, her fingers curling over the card.]

Everyone says that time stops in our worlds while we're here, but surely after a year...

[Did the gods' power run out? Was her husband missing her, and her daughter slowly forgetting her face?]