Finally. Letting out a breath, Chikusa doesn't answer right away- a trait she'll have to get used to in interacting with him. Instead, he waits for the slightest signs that anything else might be lurking in the shadows... but there's nothing. Just the sound of her voice echoing off of the stage, and dark corners.

Chikusa relaxes and, as he does so, Astaroth loosens its grip around him.

Crossbow swinging down, he glances back at her again. "Right now... This is like a dream. But it's one you can't forget... So don't forget that guy, or anything you saw." His head slowly tilts to the side. "Do you understand?"