Vast amounts of relief spread over him as Laharl watched his mother stand. While he was sure she'd be okay... it was still a relief, none-the-less.

Laharl shook his head, biting his tongue from the 'of course not', he almost uttered. "I'm... fine, Mom," he replied, glancing back at Flonne, "And she is... too." Mid-sentence he turned red, realizing he still had his hand around Flonne's wrist.

Her wrist was promptly dropped, arm quickly wrapping across his chest, the other following, as he quickly now looked away. Hopefully no one they'd passed on the way had been paying any attention.