[That's... formal. Really formal. For a brief instant you can see uncertainty on Zelos's face, the result of many half-remembered years of being judged solely for his position. But he's ten now, and he knows this is just a front. He's seen Yuan's smile when no one else is around.

So as quickly as it appears, the uncertainty's gone, and Zelos walks into the library with a deliberate spring in his step. His injury is bandaged, his arm in a sling, but otherwise he looks the same as he did before the attack.]

Hi, Yuan. [Zelos turns when he reaches the table and leans carefully up against it.] This is Nethan. He figured out this is where I used to hide, but he thinks it's dangerous.

You were attacked, Master Zelos. [Nethan says this in the longsuffering tone of someone who's had to say it far too many times in a very short period.]

Yeah, and Yuan saved me. That's Yuan, there. [If Zelos's weight wasn't nearly all on one hand, he'd be pointing at Yuan, just to emphasise the point.] He saved me, and I like him, and I don't want him to lose his job.

That's not --

Yuan, tell him you're not scary.