“Nothing’s ever exact, is it?” Kire remarked with a small smile before it disappeared, frowning as she sunk into thought. “Ziad was probably the last time he had exposed his magic on that magnitude. Either he and his doll, this [i]Akuma[/i], had found a way to operate more discreetly, or they’ve just been lying in wait all this time.” [i]Not likely.[/i] She pondered, too, on his other question. “For some reason, it’s always been traces of him, not him, that I could follow. I haven’t seen him create as sophisticated a doll as this Akuma, so he might have been acting through her. He’s all about glamour; I I’ve only ever seen his real face once behind the masks and illusions he’d weave around himself.” 

She listened to him explain the complications behind giving her a disguise, which she had expected. She’d watched her cousin as well as other sorcerers and alchemists at their work, and good work always took time. “I can wait. Can I help? What do you need for it? Either with the enchantments, or with anything that needs doing around here. I don’t want to be dead weight and be idle, and it’d distract me from being reminded that I look like the person that drove them all away from Ziad,” she added with a shrug of a shoulder.