"I thought he was going to, too." Botamon wobbles, and Nara'a scritches him gently. "No one's fighting, it's okay." Other than the ones flinging poo, but that's kind of obvious.

The question gets him to smile, though. It's been a while since he's heard that name. It brings back good memories, and he smiles. "Yes, though it's been a bit since I've seen him. I see Arya around Mor Dhona sometimes, but he's gone off on his own adventures again."

"Who are they?" Botamon looks up at his tamer curiously. "My old teacher and one of his other students. He's the one who taught me most of the magic that I use."