"Hmm…" Yoruha mused lazily for but a mere second. "I won't. Neither I nor Celeste has any remaining family in beastkin lands, their future is of no concern to me. The only reason we traveled to the summit was to learn what was going on exactly. Information is invaluable, remember?"
"I see," I said dejectedly. "I'll introduce Ronan to you before we depart; he's my main architect. He'll make a home that's to your liking."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I brought my whole home with me. It's in our pocket rings."
Hearing her words, my eyes moved toward Celeste, who very acutely understood what was going on in my head and flashed me all ten fingers of hers. There was a ring on each finger.
"Haaah…" I sighed, greatly burdened by this news.
Yoruha's amused but also accusatory tone sounded from atop my head. "Let me guess, you hoped to take the bag full of gold coins in exchange for building me a little shack and call it an architectural masterpiece."
"… I wouldn't dare, Lady Yoruha."
