She is delighted. By the story, by Kubo telling it, by the amazing feats that he's able to accomplish with his paper. He's come a long way, and she couldn't be prouder if he was the greatest samurai since Hanzo.

That third question, though. That's a doozy, and one even Beetle had asked, though not until Kubo had been asleep. She sighs a little, and looks out the window. The view of the broken moon is enough to lift her spirits, just a bit.

"The magic that kept me there, as Monkey... it wasn't permanent. It was fading already by that night, and before too much longer, I would have been gone again, even if my sister hadn't killed me." She presses her lips together, and looks back to Kubo, hoping he'll understand. "I thought... if I didn't tell you, Monkey could prepare you for being alone, without you having to lose your mother again."

She makes a wry little face, and adds, under her breath, "That plan sure worked well."

(She hopes that will make Kubo laugh a little.)