Aisa needed his clocks fixed. But the jewelry in the clock pieces were nearly falling off, leaving Aisa even more inefficient at the job. She was tempted to crush it in her palm, except some faint streak of sentimentality, didn't allow her. She didn't even realize that it still existed.

"I can't believe myself."

She was willing to go as far to fix it, a thought she hardly harbored before. One didn't need to fix a deceased's possession, after all. Sighing, Aisa sought the best-- and at this point, one of the last, jewelcrafters of Aisa's time. Aisa gingerly held the clocks, wearing a strange disconcerted expression on her face as she went to where Ylaria would likely be.