It's taking a lot of self-restraint to keep from saying something like how it's been many years since she blushed before an unsheathed sword, but she does. Her lips twitch in amusement. She can't smother that. But as nobody can see that, it's okay, everyone's dignity is intact.

"Very well."

Back to the more pressing issue instead of teasing the children. "I remember a dream. I remember leaves. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume I was a victim of the Plagues Author and you should put me down before I become a true threat to you and all else. But this situation doesn't seem right for that." Yukong keeps talking, pitching her voice so it's...smooth. Confident. Less rambling and more a monologue to distract the kiddo from the fact his broadsword is waggling in the air.

"There must be others- what is the last thing you remember?"