[ Oh. The little bastard is gone already. He didn't even have time to get his hammer out, or he definitely wouldn't have let it live, haunting Yuta too. Bad enough that he's got one of the little fuckers following him around, hidden away in whatever space that spirits reside when they don't want to be real. Based on the look on his face, he's clearly not buying Yuta's explanation, but he's not arguing either. He'll just have to be faster next time. Maybe he can reshape some scrap he finds somewhere into something that he can have ready, and not waste time materializing his hammer or projecting a sword...

But more importantly, his boy. The moment the Kogane disappears (or to be precise, the moment Yuta turns the topic back to his sword), Mumei eases back into that placid contentment and affection, gaze as warm as his hands. ]

I can't say that's the only part, but it's the most important one. It's not like I could give her to anyone else.

[ It was the first thing he wanted on that very short list of desires, and now to have Yuta's hands wrapped around the tsumukari like it was made for him, he can focus more on the others... ]