[Transporting the chicks would be much easier with a box but Yaone's doing what she can. Before long, her arms are full of the little spirits, one of them fluttering up to perch on her shoulder while she works.]
Six? That is so many!
[At least, it seems that way to a fledgeling goddess who has never really had servants of her own. It's still a very strange prospect, having a title and attendants. The idea alone just seems very wrong to her.]
You must have a very busy temple, Dokugaku.
[At the moment, she's picturing Dokugakuji trying to manage that many shinki all at once. The realization that her best friend is dead and that the Far Shore is his final stop hasn't set in yet either. Why would it? After all, when Yaone had seen him last, he'd been standing right next to her, just as alive as she had been.]
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Six? That is so many!
[At least, it seems that way to a fledgeling goddess who has never really had servants of her own. It's still a very strange prospect, having a title and attendants. The idea alone just seems very wrong to her.]
You must have a very busy temple, Dokugaku.
[At the moment, she's picturing Dokugakuji trying to manage that many shinki all at once. The realization that her best friend is dead and that the Far Shore is his final stop hasn't set in yet either. Why would it? After all, when Yaone had seen him last, he'd been standing right next to her, just as alive as she had been.]