The sun rose on another day, Yamada slept peacefully in his bed, with Gwyneth dressed in her armour standing outside. She approached the handmaidens, still attempting to salvage Yamada’s Kāṣāya, holding her hair ribbon.

She sat down with them, to their surprise, holding her blue hair ribbon. She stared intently at the ribbon, entering a deep trance. The handmaidens kept their heads down, peeking up occasionally, to see if she changed.

“Girls.” She said still staring at the ribbon, ignoring the outside world.

They all perked up to meet her gaze. “Tell me, and be honest. Do I look better with this on?”

“Well, it’s like a garnish.” One of the handmaidens said, with the others nodding. She looked up puzzled.

“You yourself are a exquisite meal, and the ribbon is a garnish, not necessary but a welcomed one.” Another one said. “Why do you ask?” The handmaiden asked.

“I’m just curious.” She said quickly trying to hide her expression. Gwyneth pouted puzzled at Yamada’s delirious words. ‘Why gi