Yuuta's ears perked up at Emi's words. He didn't want to seem to excited, but it was possible some of his excitement leaked into his body language. "Her name?" he questioned. Sure, he knew her name. He mostly referred to her as 'Mom' or 'Mother', only hearing the occasional visitor use her real name. He wasn't as informal as some kids these days; he didn't even know his master's first name. He actually enjoyed keeping things formal seeing as it prevented unwanted relationships. "Kuella," he finally remembered, his head giving a quick, small nod and a smile forming on his lips as he remembered his mother. However, he highly doubted she knew his mother. He spent most of his money trying to get the best care for his mother. If she was stealing to survive, could she really have gotten healed where his mother was?

Then one thought came to mind: why was she getting healed a lot in the first place? His mind instantly went for the worst, thinking of abuse or overworking, falling victim of exhaustion. "Did you get hurt often?" Yuuta asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much.

The dark haired man noticed the girl's reddened face when he mentioned his mother's name. What on earth was that for? He decided not to mention it, in fear he might somehow upset her. No, he was not sexist, just worrisome. To mention it again, he had a single mother; he was aware of the, er, rituals (for lack of a better word) of what sort of words got what sort of response. Mentioning uncontrollable functions never got a good response.

"Interesting. What were those fights about?"he asked. Climbing mountains on the other hand sounded absolutely miserable to him, but he guessed that those thoughts were from the fact he had a bad leg. Not only that but he heard of people loosing fingers and toes by climbing snowy mountains. Subconsciously, he began to look at her fingers. Good, they were all there.

The most shocking thing he heard was that Emi actually knew his mother. Yuuta tried to listen to her talk , trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. When the words "I love you" were mentioned, it felt like a wave of emotions hit him. He knew she loved him, he remembered her saying those words and he read them in her letters, but since her illness he had yet to hear those words in quite some time.

He felt a few tears in his eyes and one fall down his cheek. He tried to casually wipe it away dragging his thumb across his right eye and his index across the left one, leaving the one on his cheek to dry on its own. "Thank you," Yuuta said at last. The thought she was still sick managed to bring him back to his usual self. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, they reached the market.

He approached one of the stands, taking a handful of a herb, he tossed over a few yuans to the owner, who gave him a small little bag for his purchase. "Oh, right. I'll get you that book sometime soon. Almost forgot."