Ponyo looked unsure and put her tiny hands, which were more like soft talons at the moment over her chest where he'd poked her. It was the same place that felt are warm when Sousuke was around, or all fluttery and excited when she was going to play with him.

And it was the place that hurt the most right now. The waves continued choppy and ominous but kept their distance as more tears trailed down her cheeks.

"But I still miss them." She mumbled almost ashamed of herself for it.