Avorna’s looked at Draconius with shock and incredulity. He, the Demon of Corruption, a high demon of rank, moved by A human’s goals in life. “You have changed Draconius. It’s not like you to be moved by a human.” He remarked. The demon turned and tried to weigh in on the words of the individuals heard.<br/><br/>——<br/><br/>Fenrir chuckled as Draco did her usual thing. However, when Cain heard he had the day off and had another unique schedule for him to use he was in shock. “But, Oscar won’t like that..”<br/><br/>“I’ll help to explain. A little chrome muscle oughta help out hm?” Fenrir interjected with a chuckle as he flexed his metallic arm. He watched as Draco tripped and both he and Cain noticed with corncern written on their faces.<br/><br/>Natsu noticed as well, and decided to for now observe and see if Draco herself was tiring herself out. Interventions will come if needed. As a father he had that right.<br/><br/>——<br/><br/>Fenrir ushered Cain to his room and heaved a sigh when he did. “Maybe now he will rest and not complain for awhile.” He said, further thoughts interrupted by a desire to have a few moments to relax on his own thinking Moriko was on an errand. He took off his prosthetic, and sat against his armchair by the fireplace, musing about the tournament.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Well, I’ll just take the day off as well. If only to make sure my brother doesn’t try to train on his day off.”</span>he thought, giving himself a silent groan as his phantom pains came again. Sometimes he wondered if losing his arm was worth the pain. And whether the pain was worth the price of the lesson of failure. He had to move forward though, as the tournament was coming. A free trip to the capital was always nice. Visiting Sabertooth is just as nice. So the Wolf sat, and mused and listened for any movement from Cain’s room.