"But you're my shinki." The scrunchie shape of a mouth finally manages to untangle enough to say that much. "You're a part of our temple." He offers no other explanation to this. Shouldn't it be obvious, after all? She's a part of their temple, so they can't toss her away for their own reasons.

She's too important for that.

From the side, Takami skittishly approaches her, one hand hovering uncertainly near her arm. "It's not..." His fingers flinch, regardless of her movement or lack thereof, and he takes in a shuddering breath. "It's not right."

Chuckling under his breath, Unmi reaches over to pat her on the back. "I'm afraid it's very difficult to untangle from us." He looks over his shoulder. "Don't you think, Kiwami?"

With his coat folded over his arm, having not bothered to put it back on again, Kiwami simply looks over at Ginia right in the eye. He clearly considers his words carefully before speaking them. "Only ask to be released if you'd truly be happier, not from duty."