A frown creased his forehead, small enough that he looked like he was only concentrating or thinking hard, but he was dismayed, and getting annoyed once again at the illogical way this world worked. He couldn't fault Rosalia for wanting to get stronger, and yet he also couldn't help feeling that there was something wrong with her being turned into a meister and thereby increasing her risk of being injured in battle. Weapons who couldn't fight could at least find more experienced meisters to partner with.

But there was really nothing he could do about it. The least he could do at the moment was encourage her, so Kurapika smiled weakly to show his approval of her resolve. "And now you're even helping out here. I guess I should ask you to check...?"

He couldn't bring himself to complete his sentence. He knew exactly what he was, after all, could still feel the power of the kishin egg souls he'd consumed thrumming along with his own soul. There was simply no harm in asking Rosalia to confirm that nothing had changed.