The wingbeats of a butterfly

After breakfast, no one came this time around. 'Guess they are just busy trying to find their "comrade," ha.' A wry and toxic thought surfaces, but Kyrie quickly ignores it. He stands beside Yraka, and Mary sits on the ground, her back against the metal bars.

"Hmmm. Have you found anything related to the Valkyrie, pal? It will be good to know where she stands," The red fairy questions as he picks a sword from his bag of holding and a whetstone.

If this is not an apparent show of his intent towards the fairy, then there is no way to know what is. "No. Wherever she is, a local privy only to them, we will have to wait to find our 'angel' and get to question her."

A small smile born of amusement sprouts in the corners of his lips. If they manage to not kill it before they can get an answer. Their track record is not that good regarding keeping things alive long enough to question them later.