"...that is an odd choice." odd was an understatement, but hey, Somebodies were weird.

The lessers, pounding through their game, each seemed to take a turn poking Istari's bow on her hilt. "It's...hard. Hard for the Ninjas to operate so individually. They prefer each others company, and interaction...but she is not suffering as much as is possible. She will do well with you." that was the most she'd ever told anyone about her girls, honestly.