[ hearing that tired huff leaves her with mixed feelings. for one, not feeling so isolated about this anymore because she felt that expel of air, too. trying to shed some of the tension from his body. for another, being unable to pretend as well as he was or be happy about

the ego-stroking. it didn't stroke her anything. only makes her weary and uncomfortable, despite her best and trying efforts.

in answer, she somehow tightens the hug even more. this is going to bother her like the god's greatest secret did, but it's far more personal. okay, so, yato can't NOT think about her. neither can she. but there's still something going on unsaid.

hiyori knows when to call it quits, however. she'll be pushing it if she keeps asking. pushing herself and yato into a corner. ]

A little. [ she mumbles into his clothes, not loosening her hold even slightly. they have to fight kaiju like this. ]

Thank you. For being here. And for getting me some... air? [ POLLUTED, ROTTEN-SMELLEN, AND ASHY. ] For worrying about me.

[ for joining team poop. ]

For talking to me. For... a lot of things. [ keeping things civil with a white-haired kitsune because it would be worse if he didn't. she tried so hard to have yato and bishamon get along, too.

finally, she seems to let her arms slip away and takes a step back. ]

... I'll do better. To... not let it bother me. I don't want to be the reason things are strained if you're doing your best.