Vacate
In the end you procrastinate away all of your perfectly good chances to bring up what should really be considered just plain good news and you instead just write a Note. Facing your challenges in person and in real time is something you have never been good at. Your handwriting is a bit of a mess. You have long tried to make it into a charming sort of mess, but at times like this you wish you had instead spent more time learning to write prettily.
When the day comes, you wake early after a couple of hours of useless, agitated sleep. You leave the note on the kitchen Table. Moving slowly and hyper-aware of every noise you make, you maneuver your Case out the back Door. There in the little Garden are Ci and Fen. They are looking at you with smiles that seem to say, oh, Anise. Did you think we didn’t realize? Did you think we wouldn’t be proud of you? Come give us a hug. That is what the smiles seem to say. You kind of dumbly stumble toward them and obey the “Come give us a hug” part.