The moment they closed around her, her nose burrowed into the crook of his neck and got to work, quick and determined sniffs cataloguing everything before her tongue joined in to cross-check the findings, the dogkin conducting full-on field research into all that her master had gone through since she last held him.
Not one thought in her fluffy head went to the question haunting everyone else, namely how Ayame was supposed to win alone when the two of them together had at best fought the cheater and her relic to a standstill.
Her master had looked so confident and so charming saying those words that every last worry simply left the dogkin.
Master was in control, and that was all Blossom needed to know.
The rest of the field lacked her faith.
Kaede stared at the man cradling an assassin like a puppy, confusion cutting through the fury on her face, and Quinlan answered the look over the top of Blossom's busy head.
