[Yamato hums with interest, pouring the tea for both of them as she speaks. When he sits, it's back on his heels, not quite seiza style but nothing so casual as cross-legged comfort.]

Are you a god or a shinki? [He doesn't see a name on her, but that doesn't mean anything--his is hidden by his mop of fluffy hair, even if he keeps it in a ponytail all the time.

He has to take a minute to do the math, for his own answer. Brow furrowed, his lips move as he counts, the concept of time no easier to grasp now than it was as a tsukumogami.]

About... a month, I think? Maybe a little longer... it was still fairly cold when I arrived.