[ If he hadn't asked, Maren might have opted not to say anything given how happy Sukuna looked. She can't help that tiny swell of pride, though. About this one thing Maren is very certain, at least. That her grandmother was proud of her. It's something she had been told earnestly, something she had been encouraged to believe because it was the truth, and now... ]
She passed away.
[ It's all she can really bring herself to say about the matter as she accepts the bowl, trying not to look Sukuna in the face. Right to her lips it goes, her concentration foisted upon discerning the taste, anything that might be missing. ]
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She passed away.
[ It's all she can really bring herself to say about the matter as she accepts the bowl, trying not to look Sukuna in the face. Right to her lips it goes, her concentration foisted upon discerning the taste, anything that might be missing. ]