"I'm glad to hear that." On cue, the older girl offered her most optimistic smile. "Rena is doing fine as well."

When Hanyuu asked about last night, however, a somber expression immediately creased her face. Sora had explained the logistics of that particular quirk during her first night: at dawn, patients simply woke in their own rooms, wounds treated and minds holding no knowledge of ever sleeping. She had even experienced firsthand three times since her arrival. Still, there were so many possibilities with the how and the why, Rena wasn't certain if she could find the proper words.

"Rena honestly doesn't know," she finally admitted to Hanyuu. "It happens to everyone when morning comes; people wake up in their beds not knowing how they got there. Not to mention our injuries are always treated." As if confirming the statement, the girl glanced at the single band-aid across her knuckles. "Some have said they knock us out somehow, but I don't know... There's just so many patients to keep track of."

She sighed, more in thought than in frustration. "Strange, isn't it?"