She returns to her routine, gathering food and collecting objects and hunting crabs and missing fish and stuffing as many words as she can into her head. She visits Saikirei every day without fail, even though that's no longer strictly necessary for her survival. Occasionally she feels a little sick to her stomach, but that's probably just because she insists on eating raw seafood, or even just the transition from nutrient blocks to something more food-shaped. She pays it no mind.
And then, one day, she throws up.
She crawls back into bed and thinks about how she's ever going to clean it up. She's back to low-grade nausea fairly soon, but she still doesn't want to eat anything. It could be some weird symptom of her period, right, it's got to be almost time for that?
She consults her calendar, which is a tree branch with notches in it. She's been in Meraiyu for fifty-three days. She hasn't had a period in that time. She thinks about it, and envisions another calendar with work shifts and numbers on it, and realizes that she's missed two, both of them following the last time she was put under general anesthetic for chip maintenance.
She spends the whole day sitting in her room hugging herself. Eventually she gets some leaves and water and cleans up the mess she made earlier. She eats some food that she already has in her house. She thinks about her options. She wishes she hadn't promised not to go; she never expected that she would be making that decision for anyone other than herself, and she has no idea whether it's fairer to raise a child here, where it's safe, or on the surface, where there might be other people. She has to decide now, though. She's only got the one biosuit, and at some point it's going to stop fitting her.
She doesn't go see Saikirei. She doesn't have any idea what she would say to him.