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Briefly, Laurelite considered chastising Bischofite for whining, though she held her tongue. She would have many opportunities to offer the General rebuke, but now she was far too interested in the new lieutenant before them. She seemed satisfied, if not a bit fatigued. To show any weakness was unbecoming, and all signs of tiredness left her face as soon as she removed her hand from Bischofite.

Laurelite was practiced in her masks, and though she had certainly felt the drain, her little smile was back in place and she laced her fingers together before her. "My, my. What a good looking lieutenant. Though I worry we've worn him out, General. I would request you look after him."

After all, he seemed to know him a bit better than she did, and in times of turmoil it was often best to have a friend. Though, she could only wonder if the lieutenant would realize the blessing he'd been given or if he would be too devoured by bitterness and pain to understand that this was a gift. One he should relish in, one he should appreciate.

Perhaps, in time, he would come to know what a favor they had granted upon him.

"He will not be of much use to us if he is unconscious, and you certainly mustn't eave him out here to be ravaged by the forces of Order. Please take him somewhere safe and look after him, see that he has his questions answered and that he is given a full understanding of what is expected of him. Are you capable of this task?" she asked, and looked at Bischofite. Her words were not with snark or ill-will; the act of corruption could be quite taxing on a body, and she did not want to overload him with a request that required he push himself beyond his natural limits.

Laurelite watched him for a moment and then nodded. Perhaps she felt a bit of sympathy for the man, though her expression did not appear any more empathetic than the smile she usually wore. Half youma were a rare breed, and she was well informed of much of Bischofite's experiments. He was known for pushing boundaries; should she really care if he had gotten himself in a mess he couldn't get himself out of? It was his own fault for involving himself too deeply with the youma, she told herself.

If she considered him any more of a monster than he had been before the youma had merged with him, she did not say.

"Your concerns are valid," she said simply. "Regardless, I am proud of you. Thank you for bringing him to me. I would like for you to keep in contact with him if you could, but as such I think it fair that you find someone to entrust his care to. I will check up on him, and you, when time permits."

She no longer had time to spend with new recruits, to explain to them what they had gotten themselves into or to guard over them. Sometimes, she missed it. But sometimes, she was glad Metallia trusted her with such important tasks.

"Please contact me when you have selected housing for him. And get some rest, Bischofite. You look like a ghost. Metallia appreciates your efforts, but you cannot serve her if you are dead."