The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

Mallia watched Kyoko, not commenting; her friend's image narrowed his eyes right back at the apparent human, raising an eyebrow as her appearance shifted. His eyes didn't leave her as she walked off, even as he raised a hand to brush the fabric of his robes back into place. And he let her leave, too, not attempting to address her again, not trying to question her. Mallia looked like maybe she'd say something back to Harry, but wasn't certain what for a good moment's pause.

When she finally did, she was quieter. "You know what's going on, then...?"

Her friend's image stepped back to where they were, eyes still not leaving Kyoko -- or who had been Kyoko -- even as he raised his staff an inch and dropped it back down to the garden's little clearing. A chair sprang into being as he did, and without so much as acknowledging it directly, he lowered himself into it, eyes narrowing further as he thought. He was keeping up the apparently royal façade he'd donned just before the argument broke out, all the while, not even slouching as he leaned sideways onto his elbow, leaning his staff against his shoulder seemingly without even noticing. He didn't speak up himself yet, though, just watched her head off.