Zuma began shrieking and Kozu again felt pain pounding in his temples. When Zuma calmed a bit it did help him relax as well, shoulders unknotting a little. He drew in another deep breath before he turned to look at both the females, trouble darkening his face as he looked from one to the other before his gaze at last settling on Zuma.
"I want to see you happy and safe, Zuma. Nothing more." And it was the truth, but Zuma was at an age where she wanted to grow up quickly, and was just sheltered enough to land herself in real trouble. He did understand her needing some space and freedom, he understood that urge more than most, but he did not want that to come at the cost of heartache or shame.
A bit more time shifting his weight and he at lat removed to settle his form into a chair again, dark eyes still intense with thought. He did feel bad that he had upset his sister so badly, but at the same time he had the urge to track down whoever was schmoozing her and put a great deal of fear in the individual. The fact that she had acted so hatefully to the very mention of Azah was also troubling him, but it was nothing he could deal with at the moment. "...Zuma does not want tea," he said quietly, trying to show his sister that he was at least listening to her. "So, what else should we do instead?"