It's a strange thing having a vessel form that's worn. With Alex and Nona, she's a weapon to be carried. With Caster, she's capable of moving on her own while carrying him or anyone else who needs a lift. But as a scarf, she's simply wrapped around his neck and shoulders a few time.

The tug feels like a gentle reprimand, the solemness of his words surprising her.

"You can't know--" her words cut of mid-sentence. Who is she to argue with him, when he's been around for so long, has so many shinki. If he's so sure, all she can do is live up to his expectations the best she can.

"Yes, sir. I'll do my best."