Only when the strange fox boy told her it would be alright did she relax a bit. In truth, she still didn't quite trust him, but he had her attention, and if he could give her a good enough excuse as to why he was on her futon, then she may just forgive him. The more he explained the situation, the more confused she became. Her prayer? How in the world did he hear her prayer? He had to have heard it though, because he was telling her about it. Her heart beat quickened within her chest. She was trying to believe him, she really was, but it all just seemed like some messed up dream. For some reason though, Junkojuro didn't scare her now that he spoke to her. His voice was smooth like honey, and his gaze was sincere.

If she really thought about all of this, there was no explanation besides some sort of miracle. Her house was completely gone, but she knew deep down she was still on the same little hill. The cherry blossom trees were still outside the window after all. Haruka sighed and looked down at her lap, not flinching away from Junkojuro's touch after he placed his hand on her shoulder. She was the one that asked for all of this and yet she didn't know if she was really up for the task. It wasn't a matter of belief, there was no possible way for her to not believe in all of this, not after this sort of change, and not after seeing that spirit the night before, it was simply a matter of whether or not she could do it. 

Wouldn't he need a true priestess for all of this to matter? She was just a normal girl, who worked a normal job, and tried to live a normal life. The spirits, the shrine, all of it just seemed so stressful. She was scared of it all. Of course, Junkojuro said that he would be there, but could she trust him to keep his word? He's done so much already, so there was no way she couldn't trust him, but her nerves were still on end. This was her home though, so there was no where for her to run.

All sorts of thoughts and feeling filled her, but she pushed them aside in order to not be rude to the boy that sat before her. In a timid voice, she spoke at last, giving him her name, just as he requested. "Haruka Aomori," she took a deep breath, her gaze meeting his own, "My name is Haruka." He did seem very warm and awfully excited to meet her. Maybe this really was what the area needed, a shrine and a priestess, someone to give the spirits that used to live here hope and a place to call home. Of course, she would also have the job of warding off angered or evil spirits. Things would certainly be different from now on. "I-I'm sorry....this is just quite a lot to take in." No use in hiding things from him. Her decision had practically been made for her after all, since that prayer escape her lips the night before. "So what exactly would I have to do if I were to become the priestess of this shrine?...".