[ There's a new fire in Altria's eyes. Yi Sang isn't sure what inspired her newfound determination, but if she wishes to join him in drawing and naming constellations, he is happy to have her company. ]

Then I shall spend evening here with you, until we have named each light within this sky.

[ It will be a daunting task, but it is one that someone must do. Altria is right, he thinks, that everything should have its own name.

And because Altria has done such a good job at naming her paper crane, Yi Sang turns his notebook to face. He points at the anvil, and asks: ]

What shall we name this anvil? Perhaps... a name that invokes strength?