Remilia rolled her eyes as she waited for her sister to shrug off the tattered coat. "Give me more credit than that."

Carefully, she set about docking the wings. It was delicate technology, and Remilia knew the drill.

"If the universe couldn't get it right on the third charm with raining sentinels, I doubt it ever will," she muttered dryly. "Just... don't be so reckless." Remilia wanted to believe that she would be there every time; that train of thought was engraved in her as an elder sister. She knew—especially now that Flandre had signed on as an X-man—it quickly was proving false.