"They have none, don't worry." In fact, it's with Kunimi's skill that he can position himself a little ways away on top of a more solid looking rock, just in case. It's always hard to tell what a shinki will turn into, after all, so it's a good plan to give her a little space. Takami, after all, had turned into a horse, and Ebisu can only imagine how that worked out for whichever of his past incarnations named him. Taking a breath, he extends his hand.

This might be his first time, but he knows the words. He always has.

"My name is Ebisu. Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here. With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Ginia. The vessel, Ritsu. Come, Ritsuki!"

The name burns in the air, brilliant and just, before the light aligned with it forms over Ginia's body as well to transform her. Ebisu closes his eyes, taking in the information that flows into his mind even as he reaches up a hand to rest on the clothing that's coming to flow into being around his neck.

Meanwhile, for Ginia, she'll find herself not only in her vessel form, but in the unique space shared amongst all transformed shinki to the same god. It's like being in two places at once, somehow, and even as she can feel Ebisu's hand lightly touching upon a scarf, she'll be able to feel Kunimi's large hand settle onto a shoulder.

"I look forward to working alongside you."

Kimi isn't so gentle, laughing exuberantly even as he smacks a hand to her back. "I had a feeling things would turn out this way ever since you visited!"