"...I can find them," she insists in turn, oddly serious when she states as much. "...I used to have to get lots of things for war... ...so...if I can do that, and do it for someone I like this time, I want to do that." That may be, but she is still a child-something that, being the child herself, she often fails to realize.

"...I'm Reira Akaba," she adds, but she doesn't so much as look to her daemon.

The daemon merely has no answer, making its way up now as a large centipede in attempt to reach the tiger's shoulders.