Hey so, Soul-Chatter Tiny-Gon is just face palming.

Zangetsu...Zangetsu please-

Ah! A bolt of focus strikes when he realizes what Zangetsu is doing with the Mother. Iron. The Iron pulls into focus, with a sudden sense of urgency, and more than a few magnifying glasses as the idea of finding that iron comes to mind.

Excitement, and honest cheer, agreement, determination- The Mother is Fae no matter how it's cut! If they find that iron, no one could say no to using it against her!!