"Well that's good!" said Hanyuu. "I am glad too see you at such high spirits. Well. Relatively such. I bet it will sort out fine... in the end... anyway."
Hanyuu eyed Rika. She thought about the Miko. And about the others, balancing at the brink of disaster. And fighting, failing, falling, over and over again. It felt wierd. Not that she was unused to care about humans, on the contrary. She was a shrine deity, and her purpouse was to care about the area around her shrine, including the human population. However, when you are immortal, human generations pass pretty quickly. And you tend to care about them the way a gardener care about flowers. You love them, tend them. But you know their lives are brief, and you don't mourn them when they die. Spending this much time with the same set fo humans... ...no new born and no deaths... no LASTING deaths... ...was a bit confusing.