Now that Buttercup's not visibly upset, Koumyou lets the glowing tendrils of the sutra shielding them from sight... stop. The light fades, just to make it less startling, and then all the basketwork of magical paper just, stops existing.

"Yes," Koumyou agrees, and then tells her, "you can talk to me whenever you want, though. That's part of what I signed up for."

You know, being her adoptive dad now.