T’charrl couldn’t see his mother doing anything wrong in his eyes, knowing she was never the kind of person to do something she knew was reckless and wrong. She was the wisest person he knew next to his father. Hearing her speak of recklessness in her younger years was definitely a bit much for him to try and understand, finding it to be near impossible. The difference between her endeavours and his was she probably didn’t have a war raging on around her and couldn’t had been endangering her own life as much as he did. Even walking along was going to endanger his life as he nearly faceplanted into the door just on his way to the doctor. Trying to pick himself up he had to instead reach out and hope that someone was going to support him, letting out a sigh when Takeshi offered to do it. Looking to Takeshi he did feel him shiver when he touched him, frowning as he turned his head away from him and eventually turning it back with a nervous smile. He didn’t mean to make Takeshi act all funny over touching him, he didn’t need to help him if he didn’t want to. Looking back to L’esta his eyes soon moved back to Takeshi, giving him a little smile, “I was worried because I said I’d keep in touch…but I didn’t. I was too scared of what I looked like and her seeing me”, he spoke, letting out a sigh and lowering his head, “Father is probably going to come soon now that Mother knows I’m here. He would be with the other soldiers doing work. I wonder how much work he has to do now that the General is in jail”.

Shu was pretty happy either way, hoping for a nice little family reunion to happen at dinner. He did wonder why T’charrl had so much trouble walking, especially when he should be able to do so by now. Shu didn’t have much trouble going from bouncing around on all fours to walking on just his legs if he bounced around for too long, but then again it was probably a whole different case for T’charrl when he had been so different for so long. He wondered why he didn’t feel all that great either, but maybe the doctor might know what was wrong with his friend. Maybe it was the shock of changing back still getting to him; after all, he knew what it was like and how terrible it always made one feel. “Ooh! I wonder if Mister Doctor would want to have food too. It will be nice too unless there’s people to help. Ooh! I wonder if others will want to come to dinner! Miss Yumi and friends”.

Viral didn’t want or need to confront them about his wish, they had no right to try and get him to open up when he didn’t want to. All it was to him was a sign of weakness, one where he couldn’t find nothing but pity. He could easily make something up but they’d probably see through that. There was two wishes he had and both were pretty personal and supposed to improve his life, but one he soon found to be impossible to make even if he did ask the Dragon and the other would probably be more of a weakness than a benefit. Anything to improve his life would be seen as weakness or evil in other people’s eyes, but then again they probably don’t consider him to be strong anymore. Staring down from his post he almost got distracted by his own self-pity, rubbing his head momentarily before looking around, looking for where Yumi might had gone before gasping as Yumi sounded out, turning his head immediately towards her as he still held onto his head. Giving her an angry glare he immediately tried to jump away again, going for a long bounce away for the shrubs in an attempt to lose them again. “No you have not caught me!”