Fear flashed across her face at the sneer but faded into nervous confusion and an accompanying smile when Tora greeted her. Was that mocking? Either way, so far so good, right? But good, at least she was the mother. With the dress she was wearing, Sayuri was beginning to wonder...
"Er, yes," another nervous, frozen smile. "Kiriko, uh, brought him home to introduce us to him just a few weeks ago."
With dried blood still on some of his clothes.
"Have you met my daughter? They seem... very... happy together."