"You sure you'll be fine?" James crossed his arms, looking at Eiro as he sat on Lugo's back. With a scoff, the Demon looked down at him.
"Are you serious? You're worried about me?"
"Can't really blame me. You're losing... chunks everywhere you go. If it weren't for your flesh magic, you'd be completely broken apart by now," the elf pointed out, but Eiro couldn't help but simply shrug.
"While that may be the case, you don't have to be concerned. I know my limits better than anyone. I will return to the manor well before it's time for me to enter the next phase of my evolution," Eiro explained, but James didn't seem particularly convinced.
"Whatever. As long as you're sure, what do I care?" letting out a loud groan, he turned around while running his hand through his hair, "But seriously, take it easy for once. We just came back from doing something absolutely insane and you're already plotting the next big thing, right?"