Looking with some regret at the passing landscapes through the window, Futaba glances at Alidum.
- Don't take it to heart, he's just a little out of sorts. He's not serious, he'll realize he was wrong.
Not that she didn't think that some extra discipline would only benefit the red-skinned rogue, or that any such incidents were like a fly's bite to an elephant, but watching the old man's antics from the outside, and on her behalf, was still unpleasant - it reminded her of many moments from her own childhood. Therefore, upon returning to the academy town, to soothe her conscience, Futaba treats the demonic offspring to a cold dessert at "Claire's."
- Thank you, mother, I am very flattered by your attention.