The day had been quiet, comparatively, and she spared a moment to think about the first week she had came, and speaking with Orihime and Jiraiya. She had been more serious, the Digimon reflected, more determined in her actions. And yet, glancing backwards, it seemed so light-hearted. Was it because she had enjoyed their company that much? Or was it something else.

The weight she carried had lessened at Nataku's intervention, and the fact of the rain itself seemed to lighten something on the basis of being from nature. As a Digital being, she didn't know if there was something unbalanced about that reassurance, having nothing natural about her self. But in the end, it held, and even as the past few weeks melded into something unwanted, the rain seemed a comfort--something there, dependable in its chaotic ways. She leaned an elbow on the window, placing her chin in her hand, and watched the drops fall.

[Yukari]