Now that the gathering phase had finished, Konoka could start to put everything together. Kenna had picked a spot where they could sit together, and the shorter traveler could nestle herself in the taller woman's lap. She sure wasn't complaining; Kenna's lap was surprisingly comfortable, and she snuggled in despite wanting to keep some modicum of respect and focus to her primary task.

Curves against curves would be far too distracting otherwise.

Drawing her memories to the forefront, Konoka began humming an old tune from her school. At the very least, she was now making sure to compress that material to its ideal form.