The crybaby wipes at his eyes and obediently takes a sip of juice. He doesn't want to get yelled at, he doesn't want Shura's attention on him, but he doesn't want to go against her either.

The other one, the one with the cold confidence under a thin layer of politeness, listens to Shura and brushes off the advice.

"It might. But it might be worth it. You wouldn't complain if I stayed like this. You didn't even notice that anything had changed."