[ Hua Cheng sees more of Nami than most people do. The carnality of their friendship aside, he's safe and comfortable in other ways as well, making it easy for her to nod in agreement when he mentions her drawing her sister for him. It would take a lot, but for him, she's already thinking over which of the sketchbooks she's filled during her time at the casino has the best drawings of home already in them.

For someone to mean so much, it makes sense that she can't escape that quiet pang of loss that lingers in her chest each time the topic of his death is broached, but she doesn't expect to be called out for it in the gentlest way imaginable. Caught off guard, Nami laughs quietly and looks down at her plate, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she mulls over how to answer. ]

Probably no reason to, is there? [ He's here, isn't he? No longer an urchin or a soldier, and likely better off for it. ] I like Hua Cheng, I guess it makes me sad I missed the chance to care about Hong'er too.