"Um," Kodama murmured, biting her lip, her sandalled feet shifting nervously on the bare floor- She'd been *hoping* he could tell her...And, realising, with the slow dawning of an antique bulb, that this was entirely alarming...<br/><br/>"Uh," the raven-haired beauty managed, as her Master (Though she was starting to doubt the veracity of the word) broke into tears. But...His<em>grandfather's</em>dictionary? Something was really, really *wrong* here- She could feel it, that someone, somewhere, had quite clearly messed up!<br/><br/>But then her Master, such as he was, was crying- And despite herself, Kodama couldn't help but be fundamentally soft-hearted. With a nervous glance to her side, she knelt in a rustle of fabric, her cool hands stroking his head gently...If a trifle awkwardly.<br/><br/>"There, there," she soothed, trying to calm him. "It...It's not *that* bad, is it? Um, I don't *really* know what's going on, but I, um, I..."<br/><br/>Kodama sighed, and shut her eyes briefly. "I *really* wish Haruka was here. *She* always stays calm...You know, being Unapproachable and all..."