I don't think too hard about thread titles tbh

Her natural question earns a slight raise of the brow. Was it not clear what he was doing? Exhaling sharply, Akito takes a moment to glance around the field, out toward the far side, where the shadows grew deeper and lingered. An ear flicks in her direction when she mentions she's grateful. Weren't they always? One would be stupid to not be grateful to have their life saved.

"Eradicating the disease," he answered simply, foggy grey gaze turning back to the girl. It was clear to him that perhaps she wasn't as capable. Smart, sure. Adaptable, possible. But strong and adept at fighting enough to fend out danger? Akito had his doubts. "Do you need an escort home?" Akito asks, neutral expression unrevealing to the thoughts that swirled in his head.