[ His eyes brighten even further when she's using a language that's not the perfect mirror to what he knows, but that's more than understandable enough for him. It's that oddity of speaking in the Prismal tongue that he doesn't think on too hard most the time, until something like this happens.

He makes the shift, too, holding out an arm to invite Murasame back to him. His demon takes the invitation, leaping into the air off Konoha's harness, and glides to Shino, landing in a practiced move. ]

We'll be in your care!

[ Is, essentially, also parroting, but it's equally polite and true: they will be. ]

And if I meet any others who look like you, but aren't blond like your husband, I'll call you and tell you. I promise.