"That sounds like quite the story," she says. 'Evil alien fishlady'? Ancestors only knew. "And quite the heroes. You'll have to tell me their stories."

She says the words without thinking, as if she were talking to Kubo, but once they slip out... her smile fades and she falls silent, distracted by her own thoughts.

She misses him already, her little storyteller. Stories told without him telling or listening just aren't the same, after so many years and so much love.