Kamiko looks like she might genuinely cry.
Serenith just smiles at her, entirely, unbearably proud of herself, and vanishes in a flash of light before either of them can get another word in.
Kamiko turns to Lucien, distraught, arms wrapped tight around herself against the morning chill and the general indignity of the situation.
"I feel terrible," she says. "Getting scolded by a literal angel. I run a business empire across five separate villages, Lucien, and I've just been made to stand naked in a field like a naughty toddler."
Lucien, smirking, already thoroughly recovered from his own near-death performance, steps in close and wraps both arms around her.
"She'll get over it," he says. "If anything, this is a sign she respects you as an equal. She could've smited us both on the spot. Instead she's just doing to us what we did to her." A shrug, entirely too pleased with the logic of it. "It's a prank war now. You don't start a prank war with someone you hate."
