[9S may have vague memories as he drifted in and out of consciousness someone pulling him in the snow while a fretful voice called 'Careful, Rocma! He's delicate!'. Yukisada had been unable to carry him as his hollow bones left himself too delicate to carry such a strangely heavy boy. The downside of being an owl.

Yukisada carefully sets the tray down on his lap before checking his forehead, a soft sigh of relief slipping past his lips.]

You've warmed up, what a relief! I had been worried you may have already frozen! [If 9S was thinking about the small metal box that could fly, unfortunately it took a polar bear paw to the face when it kept buzzing around her.

He gave him another warm smile when he started asking questions, another way to try to sooth him from panic.]

My name is Yukisada and I'm this island's doctor. I found you partially buried under the snow when I was walking along the beach.