Chiyo tilted her head, wondering what she ought to do. One, she really like hugging times with Ellistree. The longer they were, the better, and she really could just hug her all day long, if not forever. So then we go onto two, she really needed to write down her words, but that would mean she'd have to let go.

Hm... options, options.

With one last squeeze and nuzzle, Chiyo reluctantly let go to bring out a little notepad.

I'm not sure either. I just woke up and found myself unable to speak. It's like my voice disappeared somewhere.