Daisuke looked towards the wall. There, many different formulas, potions, medicines, and pills sat neat and organized in their cabinets.

An idea flew into his mind.

He pulled his rustled grey hair behind his ears, readjusting his glasses. He cleared his throat, "You obviously are unbalanced, scared. You need a home."

She hung her head even lower, vibrating violently.

"I could give you a job at the shop. My son Max and I could always use the assistance of a cleaner or-"

"-Alchemist?"

Surprised, Daisuke lifted an eyebrow.

"Can I learn alchemy?" Felicity's voice sounded shaken, but tame. "I don't know what it takes, but..."

Daisuke smiled, "A hobby aside beating people up would do you good."

A gentle laugh crossed the air. They both shared smiles as Felicity wiped her tears. As she calmed down, she avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry I snapped. I-It just happened..."

Daisuke frowned, "You always had a quick tempor. But honestly, this was..."

Felicity put her hand on her forehead, "I'm okay, it's just been hard."

Daisuke sighed, "Pushing your anger back and refusing to face it will only make you worse."

Felicity looked up to him with a stubborn smile. She was in a war with defiance with herself as she spoke, "What anger?"