[ well, she does always have questions. but it's kind of admirable... and in a way it still kind of baffles him how intently she'd interrogated him way back when with mizuki. there are times humanity seizes knowledge from the gods, or eat fruit, or steal fire, or any number of divine quests. and then there are times the gods would bestow epiphanies and commandments and prophecies, and his creed was always-- ]

It's a song of faith, mutual faith between my followers and myself. All gods have different values and mine is...

What I treasure most in the world is freedom. Long ago I fought alongside people to free from the tyranny of the storms, and when I turned god I would blow the neverending winter away to bring flowers and spring. But the struggle was a mutual one with my countrymen. So my wish that I carry with the winds of time, even if I leave the country for so long, is that my people could set each other free with my blessing. That's the hope and prayer that I sing, in that hymn.

I could teach it to you, and songs of prayer, and belief. [ oh, how he wants. he'd fallen from godhood. he'd been spirited away from his homeland. the wishes and voices and faith from his church and people have disappeared, like he has appeared in a windless land--or, this one where the winds are foreign to him.

his hand alights to the top of her head, but only briefly, featherlight. like he had back when he'd found himself in her room, and then-- ]

... But perhaps not in person. [ no, he really shouldn't be around her. ]