What, you don't trust my magecraft? Well, I suppose I wouldn't either.

[ He laughs, it's an emptier laugh than he wanted, but it'll have to do. He's really not in the mood for jokes right now, after all. He glances at the spot where the knife had gone in... perfectly healed. No discoloration in the slightest. Idols are such a hassle, needing to be completely unblemished and all.

Well, it can just be added to the endlessly growing pile of lies Oberon has told her. He gets up and takes off his fur stole, cloak and everything, and dumps it haphazardly into Ai's arms. They were out in the rain for quite a while, and Ai had lost a lot of blood, she must have lost a considerable amount of body heat as well. ]

I'm heading out. It's possible we were followed.

[ If someone is trying to start a proper grail war, then as annoying as it is, he can't afford to be sloppy anymore. He's no Caster, but he can set up a basic bounded field, and it's better than nothing.

But more than that, he doesn't think he can bear to look at Ai right now, so he needs to get out. ]