Taga smiled wryly at Marita's question.
"How old am I? Hehee, I've lost track, to be honest. I suppose your guess is as good as mine, isn't it?"
She said lightly, then looked over at Emma.
"Ah, of course. I didn't mean to keep you. You must have a lot to do and see, being new here. I'll let you get on with it! But thank you for coming to visit an old spinstress like me, all of you."
She said, making her way back towards her chair before pausing and turning back around.
"Oh, but, Flora, dearie? Could you stay a moment longer? I know you're a bit uneasy, but I promise you'll be fine. And Yu, no eavesdropping, child! I swear, you're just like a little boy sometimes.".
She teased, to which Yurei gave a coy shrug.
"Yeah, yeah, Baachan. I won't snoop this time. Sheesh, I do it once and you never have let me hear the end of it."
He retorted, leading the group back down the hall, though not before giving Flora's hand a reassuring squeeze...