"Word may have reached of us," she adds carefully, her voice soft but no less clear enough to reach their ears. "And should you need proof of what we say, Takechirou bears Hemla's gift, grown around his horns," Kiyoiri explains; and to that, Takechirou's lowered head, seemingly lowered to allow a clear view of the girl, slowly nods...the flowers around it swaying slightly with their vanilla-like scent.

She would hope, at least, that the small token could act as proof of their honesty...but in the meantime, she carefully looks for any red to be safe.