"We'll just cook again once the kitchen is repaired."
Vangar's head snapped up, his gaze locking onto Rory.
Not only had his Female Master not grown angry—she hadn't scolded him, hadn't shown even a trace of displeasure.
"Female Master, I'll arrange for people to repair the kitchen immediately."
He spoke at once, almost eager. He had caused the damage, so it was only right that he fixed it.
"Alright." Rory nodded. Since he was the one who had blown it up, it made sense for him to take responsibility.
Now that she knew it was only the kitchen—and nothing more serious—she felt completely at ease.
She looked at the men gathered there.
"That's enough. Everything's fine."
"Those who need sleep should go back to bed. We'll use the kitchen once it's repaired. For today, no cooking—just have nutrient drinks."
Then she glanced at Jasper and Vangar, suppressing a smile.
"You two should go wash up first. You're both covered in soot."
Looking like that really wasn't sustainable.
