All her outburst earns is Kimi reaching over, his fingers going to her shoulder and pressing in slightly. "Yeah," is what he says, simple and quiet. There was nothing right in the massacre of their temple, nothing right in the lives that were lost. They're nora, sure, but does that mean they're really less than any other shinki?

Shun's approach of Amaterasu helps distract from any further depressing thoughts, and Kimi's bark of laughter fills the space. Aomi shakes his head slowly. "You know," he says, tone at the same pace as his gesture, "I think we really might be able to get away with asking her anything about Nekhbet-sama is done, assuming she doesn't kick him in the shins or start a war over what he's saying. After him, I imagine anyone who is even faintly polite and receptive will be a breath of fresh air."