[So, the last thing you need right now, Chrys, is for a worrywart of a girl to notice on her way to bed the odd silhouette that is two people bent as he and Ptou are outside. An abnormal shadow out on the tree branch, but certainly human.

And Lenalee isn't one to pry in the business of "others", but the shape of someone holding someone else down is not unfamiliar. She'd seen it too often by the time she'd died. It's a trick of her eyes, she tells herself, and heads for the exit regardless.

(It's been a nostalgic week. Fallen and Komurins and people in danger, oh my.)

She comes out onto the branch, lingers at the top of the slope, squints in the dark.]

Hello? Who is that?