For a brief moment, Reimu was dumbfounded at how readily Marisa had apologized. Then the inside of her head went all red. It's usually "white", as in one's mind going blank, but she's filled with red bean jam, so...

There before her was her adored Marisa.

There before her was her adored Marisa.

The large, black hat. The golden hair sparkling in the light of the sun.

The slight scratches and smudges on her face were proof she had lived as a stray, without aid from any person.