Mori smiles back gently at Shima. He hoped she would get better soon. He would like for her to be able to at least protect herself should none of the hosts be there (especially him) be there when she needs them. He nods in decision.

"Ooh a favor. I wonder what we shall ask of him." Mitzu grins evilly holding his hand. Hers were smooth and tiny in comparison to his, but her entire skin was smooth. "You have the hands of a man at work at his calculations with the computer. How fitting." She complements.