His voice is truly beautiful, a soothing balm on the nerves that had been frayed during that bizarre display. The fear and anxiety gives way to something calmer. It'll take some time for the disquiet and unease to go away completely but it's a start.

And course, not having a burning stick in her hand in the middle of a forest also helps, too. Once the fire is completely extinguished, Ayumu simply throws it back on the ground. Without any consideration toward the gore, thoughts of teaching him to be more mindful of messing up his clothing faraway at the moment, she simply pulls him into a gentle hug, ruffling his hair the same way she always does. Maternal instinct and feelings override everything else at the moment.

"That was truly lovely. You have a very pleasant singing voice," she says, tone as warm as always with him.