Miku touched her throat, and wrinkled her nose at the memory. "Yes, he did. I don't think we ever really thanked him for that, did we?" She distinctly remembered being to fearful to breathe at the time. And when things had finally cooled down, and the day was saved, nothing and nothing. Things went on as usual for the meatship. Still, Miku couldn't allow the past ungratefulness to go unfixed.