Bianchi smiled at Ryuutaro. She could feel the bond the two had and was honestly happy for her brother. As much as they were like oil and water themselves, there was still some semblance of a bond there. Despite everything that had happened between them Hayato did still see her as family, and like wise to him. She wanted him to be happy, which for him was a difficult. But as much as they didn't seem to be fit for each other at first glance... Ryuutaro had a hold on Hayato. She very much believed in the powers of true love, and for this boy to give up everything for her brother- well she didn't need more proof. Not that she felt that Hayato deserved anything less of course. She would gladly have killed anyone unworthy of her brother.

She reached to Ryuutaro's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze- much in the same manner Hayato used to, before they had gotten so close. She's about to say something when a light patter of feet come from behind them. A rather small built girl with an eyepatch hobbled into the room, leaning heavily on a trident. While in the manor, Ryuutaro may have had the displeasure of encountering Mukuro, or at least seeing some of his handy work... or heard Gokudera speak ill of the illusionist... and this girl held a STRIKING resemblance to him.



Bianchi's eyes widened in surprise and she went to go help stabilize the small girl. "Chrome?! Chrome, you shouldn't be out of bed."

The girl shook her head, "I... I want to fight too! I'm needed too... right?"