Who would have thought the red fairy had a knack for entertaining children all along? A strong combatant, cook, survivalist, and clothier to a degree… was he a father in the past? It could explain his wisdom and his act as a doofus. A coping mechanism perhaps?
"What are you thinking, Kyrie?" Mary chirps, as entertained with the fairy's antics as himself. It's not every day that an eleven-foot-tall giant goes all the way to make children happy. A sight to behold, indeed.
"Just making wild theories about Yraka, and you?" Glancing at Mary, the reflection in their eyes conveys the same message. One they know too well; at least he knows too well. Mary is coming to know of it now: Yraka is more than he lets on.
The only person who knows the true extension of this person's capabilities is far, far away back in the fairy village, and yet Yraka wants help to kill something. His belly gets funny at the thought.
