She huffs, dropping down silently and grabbing the man from beside him, she drags him to the floor, kicking him in the head. He passes out, she then jumps up, grabbing him by the collar and she flies off, dragging him below, making sure he hits as many branches as she can make him collide with.

Tirou just stands there, surprised.

She drops him a few cities away, about 200 miles from her home. She quickly drops him into a garbage bin, turning around and quickly flying back.

Tirou's started cleaning up the mess caused by the attack.

She stands in front of him, outside still but in front of the window. She glares inside, hopping through silently and quickly snapping her fingers, everything that was misplaced during the struggle goes back to normal.

He jumps back, surprised.

She walks past him, still traumatized by the last time and now this. She shudders, going to her seat next to the window. She quickly grabs a blanket, curling up in the spinning chair and staring outside in horror.

After a moment of hesitation, he hugs her.

She tenses then relaxes into him. Needing some comfort right now she quickly hugs him back, whimpering into his shoulder.

He gently holds her, murmuring words of comfort.