[That's the answer he wants to hear, chuckling quietly as she snuggles against him. Only Yoimiya would go from being a merciless killer to a cute little kitten in his arms in the blink of an eye, soaking in her presence and the warmth that comes when the sword returns to its sheathe inside of him. He can't wait to see her grow into her skills, looking forward to her future accomplishments and happy that he gets to be there to witness it all. It's an honor to be the one to nurture her growing thirst for bloodshed.]

I know you'll keep that promise. Come, there's more adversaries to cut down, more blood to be spilled. I want to see more of your new abilities, and fight alongside you as we decimate their forces and emerge victorious. We'll show them that our love isn't to be trifled with, haha. Keep that sword drawn- it seems that it's able to counteract their charm magic, and it should ensure I never leave your side.

[His smile turns wicked, filled with confidence and the need to slay everything in their path. Holding Yoimiya close, he cranes his neck to press his forehead to the top of her head, closing his eyes as he allows images of the carnage they'd leave in their wake play across the backs of his eyelids.]

Today marks the first day of your path as a true warrior. Let's go.

[And then they killed all the sirens like a couple of psychos looool]