[He could always ask. Despite being punished, Anthy is not ashamed of how she acted that night.]

Oh - yes, hello. Thank you for your help that night. [She lessens the coldness of her smile for Walter, genuinely appreciative of his help.] Her type of woman is rarely sorry for the misfortune she causes. She could stand to be more subtle, though.

[Junior is still quaking like a leaf as he looks at Auntie Apricorn, tail entwining around Anthy's arm to keep her hand in place on his head. The contact helps him relax a smidge.]