"Hmmmm..."

She slowly looks to Takechirou.

"...It has to be the right type of fun," she warns, the bird giving a croak as he flaps off. Someone fun? Someone...small?

Yes, yes, he has an idea! Seemingly melting into black on the spot, creating a living shadow from his spot in the air to the ground, a figure slowly materializes. A little boy dressed in black.

"Archer! Paris!"

"Ah, Hektor-ojii's little brother?" Kiyoiri blinks. "...That's right, he materialized closer to our age..." Apparently that was Apollo's doing, but she's not sure why.