[Obaa-San enters carrying an armful of wistaria blossoms. She is radiant. Then—she sees the lovers—and she understands. The blossoms slip from her arms.
OBAA-SAN
When do you go?
AOYAGI
Obaa-San, my mother—something outside of me calls and I must obey.
OBAA-SAN
I understand.—It must be wonderful, my little daughter.
AOYAGI
Mother!—This is Riki.
OBAA-SAN