Larsa listened quietly to Gabranth's answer, letting their full meaning soak into him. He spoke not a word for several moments, eyes glossing over before he closed them. At first he was unsure of what to say about it all, what to express in terms of either gratitude or doubtfulness. It almost seemed like an eternity to decipher and choose such, but in the end these feelings melded into a small tug of his lips, the child glancing up at his guardian with a sincere smile.

"... Thank you, Gabranth." The young Lord only hoped that this would quell his further doubts of his actions, swearing only to grow and prosper into an Emperor capable of caring for his entire country. Yet for now the present was evident, and there were other things to worry for other than duties worlds apart. He was about to continue his trudge forward until he caught sight of familiar form only a few doors down, recognizing it to be the blond he had befriended in the Arts and Crafts room.

Honey looked fine, but Larsa was more worried of the fact that he was alone. It was hardly right to whisk past him without even making sure that his friend was fine, finally choosing to stride over in the end.

Hopefully Penelo would be safe for just a little while longer.

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