Flonne nearly ran into Laharl as he stopped suddenly. In fact, she had to press her hands against his shoulders to stop herself and, as she looked over his head to the screen of his journal, she gasped softly. Her grip tightening, she held her breath as she looked between him and the journal, eyes wide.

Could it really be? And...human? She didn't know much about Laharl's mother outside of what she had learned on the night of the red moon, but it seemed as if she was human now. Biting her lip, she moved away from him to carry on her own conversation with Gwen over the network.