In the beginning, she thought of her parents every day. Wondered if they were missing her, if they were okay. But now that it's been a year, with no hope of getting back home in sight, Ib has slowly begun to accept that she might be spending the rest of her life in this place. She still misses them, but it hurts less now. With a slight blush, Ib shakes her head.

"I'm not that great. I've had a whole lot of help. And I'm really glad I can help you. You've helped me a lot."

She never would have survived the gallery without him. And he'll probably help her again. They're friends after all.