[ The room hasn't been well-furnished. Truth be told, Nanami doesn't spend a lot of time here; it's more of a home away from home than a true haven. But her pink bag sits on the gray little bed in the corner. Nanami herself moves to the kitchenette to put a kettle on as Komaeda enters.

Her face falls a bit. She glances to the floor, where her little journal is. She's only just begun writing the little list of names.

How is she? She has to really think about that one. And she doesn't want to lie to him. ]

It's... complicated... but, I suppose I'm better than last week... I've got all my memories back.

[ She looks back to him, worried. The last time she saw him, well... they'd endured something horrible together. ]

What about you? How are you feeling?