Junkojuro lied next to the girl for the whole night, awake but content. As a youkai, he didn't succumb to sleep in the same way a mortal did. In a sense, he had been sleeping for over a century, and now he was finally invigorated by that prayer; it would be some time before he felt the need to sleep again. He was eager to introduce himself to the girl, to show her that her prayer was answered, and to serve her in any way she wished, but for now he simply held her close, listening to her breathing and familiarizing himself with her biorhythm. The sun peaked through the windows, landing on Junkojuro's peaceful smile, but the girl did not stir. It was not surprising, though; now that the spirits that had been harassing her were warded off, her body was probably catching up on missed sleep. Mortals were strange like that, but it just gave him all the more reason to protect her. 

Finally, the girl began to stir. The smile on Junkojuro's face widened and his eyes became bright with excitement. This was the first miracle he had worked in a very long time, and even in his prime he generally did not do things on such a large scale. He hoped that everything was to her liking. He saw her eyes open; she was taking in all of his work. He couldn't tell if she was pleased or not, though. Perhaps she had been dreaming of this very shrine and couldn't tell her dream from reality. Mortals were strange like that. But then the girl did something he never expected. Screaming and panicking, it seemed she was mustering all of the strength in her frail body to keep him away. But why? He only wanted to protect her... Ah, but perhaps she didn't know that. After all, he hadn't introduced himself yet, so to her he may very well just be another vengeful spirit. He would clear up that misconception straightaway.

"Milady, please calm yourself, I mean you no harm." The girl seemed to be calm enough for him to speak, but she was demanding an explanation and had a look of utter bewilderment about her. Was this not what she had asked for? Ah, but it had been so long that he had forgotten: mortals tended not to understand miracles and often needed them explained, even after they had just asked for one. "I assure you, there is no need to be distressed. What you see before you is merely what you have asked for. Last night, I heard your prayer. You said that you wanted something to calm the spirits, so I have restored the old shrine, which has kept you safe for the night. It will not be enough on its own to calm the land, but if you become its priestess, then I can guarantee that your prayer shall be granted.

"My name is Junkojuro, the protector of this hill, the one whom this shrine was built to honor, and from this day forward..." He leaned forward and placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, confident that she would refrain from violence after that explanation. "...I shall be your personal guardian. I will teach you the ways of a priestess, protect you from any and all harm, and will serve you in any way you see fit. My life is yours to wield. Now, might I have the pleasure of knowing Milady's name so that I may properly address you?" He spoke with a calm and sincere tone, and his eyes once again shone with a bright eagerness. This day was perhaps not the happiest of the fox's life, but it was at least the best one he'd had in the past century.