[The good (?) news is, Jehra has learned well from his papa and won't attack unless his opponent makes the first move. Or if he's given permission. He still lets loose a low growl though, and brandishes his head scythe - don't you even dare.

Rose, seeing the sword and deciding that can't be good, wriggles out the rest of the way from the blankets and, with a "Clef clefair..." starts summoning up a Thunderbolt, ready to cast just as soon as she gives the word.

Ryner, however...]

Hey, hey, hey! What the hell is this??

[The too-familiar sound of a sword being drawn is enough to get him out of his blanket-fort, it seems.]

Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing pulling out a sword in our house???