CaleGran moved through the festival crowd with quiet authority, a small basket of candied fruit balanced on her arm like she had every right to be exactly where she was. Her eyes took in the scene in one sweep — Kaoru's flushed face, Ellara's polite composure, me standing slightly between them.Her lips curved as she surveyed the scene."Ah," she said warmly, as if she'd just stumbled onto a delightful coincidence. "And who might this handsome young man be?"Kaoru snapped upright like he'd just been called to inspection."I — I am — yes. Oh, no, wait. I am Yamato Kaoru, Obasan," he said, bowing with abrupt formality that was unbecoming of the situation. "Of Yamato Tenshūkan."Gran's eyes twinkled."Oh, you're from Yamato Tenshūkan, are you? Well, it's so nice to meet you," she replied, as though she had expected nothing less. "Such good posture. Are you one of the family retainers, Young Kaoru?"Kaoru somehow stood straighter. "Uh, no, Obasan. I am one of the direct-line heirs."He bowed politely again — a full formal bow, like we were at some sort of gala. This one deeper and even more graceful than the last. Once finished, he gave Ellara a look as if searching for recognition or validation.I narrowed my eyes. Who the hell does this punk think he is, looking at my little sister like that? Should I cut off his hands? Or what about his eyes? No, that would probably be too loud, and healing Expressions in that circumstance are way too messy. I could just break a couple of fingers. That could work — it would get the point across and would be pretty easy to heal. Oh, what about pulling out his teeth? That would really make my feelings on this subject known. Wait — no, that was probably extreme. I did want the kid to be able to eat. And Gran would probably get mad at me for taking out the heir of a major warrior clan.I considered this and decided I didn't really have to worry (...)