[Ah, dear, sweet Eresh. Always one you can count on. Even if it hadn't been the right time, she probably would've helped. She's just nice like that.

Now that they've covered up most of the sculpture's, er, ass end, Yato sets about smoothing it to make it seem like part of the skirt.]

Maybe. [Does he sound dubious? Because he is.] Your grandmother was wise, though. I fully believe that.

[She was perceptive enough to realize when the end was coming and even tried to fight it off. A brave woman, even in her old age. He can see Hiyori being the same way.

Though the thought is enough to make his heart beat faster and clench tightly as he blinks rapidly to keep any tears from pooling in his eyes. She's still young, with plenty of years ahead of her, provided he helps keep her safe. He can't think about the inevitable. He can't]

A coach, huh? I can't think of anyone else who uses a bow, so I guess that means I'll just have to teach you myself.

[He finally steals a glance at her, smiling.]

I could never be frustrated with you, Hiyori. Not for anything. Especially not when you're first learning a skill meant to protect yourself. So I'll be your instructor. But you gotta call me Yato-sensei~!

[He's being silly again.]