"I did not, she did!" Anna counters, extracting herself from her father's death grip so she can gesture at Sheena-- who is now being hugged by a very enthusiastic hey wait a minute. Did Sheena just say Lloyd? It's... hard to tell, when the boy's not facing her, but. A knot of anxiety forms in Anna's gut, anyway.

Well, Lloyd's not that old, though. He can't be.

"Malos... who's--?" Anna asks.

"It's complicated," Malos says. He reaches down and knots his fingers through his daughters', one part needing to feel her here, one part wanting to hold her back, just in case. "I can explain, but first--"

Malos says that much when Zelos approaches, interrupting.

Anna bristles, a little. Zelos' smile definitely feels insincere, and she's pretty sure for all the distrust he was throwing around earlier, his words are a mask, too. And she wishes he'd stop saying it like that. A person can't be stolen.

"Yeah, I can see that," Malos says, laughing. His emotion bleed is a little tighter than usual, worry underneath all of it. Anna's not sure if it's worry for her or for Zelos. She squeezes his hand as well as she can with scarred fingers. "Though personally, I wouldn't really call it stolen. Can't steal a person, y'know? Free 'em, maybe." Malos shoots Zelos a smile. "Good to see you out of there, though."

(They both, absolutely, notice the ether Zelos has gathered, but neither choose to comment on it. Zelos has every right to be nervous, they think.)