She wasn't supposed to feel like this. Ran Fan threw her kunai harder than she meant to, burying it almost completely in the target. She pulled it out with difficulty, then sighed. Instinct made her spin and thrust her kunai out. She caught Foo's blade.

"So you haven't lost your touch. Good." he muttered gruffly, re-sheathing his short sword.

"Grandfather," she said respectfully.

"I need to speak with you, Ran Fan." Foo said sternly. Her heart sank. He'd noticed.

"I'm sorry. I'll try to keep a better lid on my emotions." She apologized before he could begin to lecture her, bowing low.

Foo smiled at her. Ran Fan looked up in confusion. "There's no need to apologize for caring about the young master. It's good, even." Foo sat on the ground and motioned for Ran Fan to join him.

"What if my feelings get in the way of our mission?" Ran Fan asked, her voice louder than she wanted it to be, as she let out weeks of worry into the question.

"They won't. If anything, they will help you protect him. Your call of duty will be stronger, and you will be able to keep the Young Master safe." he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a rare smile.

"I suppose so" she said, happy that she didn't have to give up her feelings.