As Jonah watched the image of the three flying back toward the headquarters of the Church, he really didn't know how to feel.
Beside him, he had felt many commanders initially rubbing their eyes as if they wanted to make sure that what they were seeing was real, and after that, many took to grinning widely and then muttering between themselves about how they had been unnaturally affected by someone like this.
They had all seen how the bow and his words had made the Saint smile. All he had done in response was wave his hand to dispose of whatever he had conjured in the air before flying in a certain direction, but from the way in which these actions, themselves, seemed much livelier than before when they had been filled with displeasure, they all knew that he was very happy with the situation.
