The twins watched as Skye somehow managed to drag Varshe downstairs, the purple-haired male yelling at the younger girl resulting in the new girl to grow angry. Erion smiled at Iris when she landed on his shoulder and ran a finger gently over her head in greeting before turning to look at the others. Estelle, afraid of the loud noises going on, stepped forward and hid her face against the back of her twins shirt, her brother reaching back and grabbing her hand reassuringly.