"Are they suffering?" Yotsuyu hisses, yellow eyes narrowing at the boy. "Or was that one merely put up to playing pranks on the Sundered? They don't want us here, they're just tolerating us. For some reason."

One Yotsuyu hasn't figured out yet, and that doesn't help her anger at all. Though she takes the sandal with a mutter of thanks. The warmer air in the hall is helping a bit, but it's still leaving her a sodden mess, which doesn't sweeten an already sour temper one bit. She knows what she would do, if she were the one in charge, and something happened.

But she isn't. Thankfully.

The glimpse of blue flames has her shaking her head. Maybe she's coming down with something, too. And is that a tail

Definitely coming down with something. "I need some tea. Or perhaps something stronger."