The nurse helps her to the chair by the window, and places Rinoa gently in her arms, before withdrawing. Julia holds Rinoa close, touching her tiny fist with the tip of a finger. The morning sunlight streams in, soft warmth, and highlights Rinoa's perfect face and scraps of dark hair. Julia hums experimentally and finds that her voice seems to have recovered, so she sings softly, a wandering melody detailing the hopes she has for this tiny, precious person in her arms, ending with a kiss atop her head. Rinoa sleeps, and Julia dreams of her future in the sun.