Cybele was still smiling at the praise, though it was more of a serious smile now than a all-out grin. Also she was blushing a little, because though she was fine with attention, all of the compliments felt a little awkward since she didn't even know if she'd been saying the right thing. Her emotions were... pretty mixed. "
I was lucky to meet
you," and it was the truth, though she wasn't about to explain why. That would involve going into how she was a scared failure. "You're fun," she said instead, though it was also true, "And remember, you're already as strong as I am."
As she spoke, she started to feel something
wrong. Chaos. It wasn't strong. It was probably just a youma, and at the very edge of her aura-sensing range, but there was no way she was going to let it even lay eyes on Medea. She had been looking for something to hunt anyway. "I have to go now," she said somewhat suddenly. "You'll be all right on your own, right?"