Kalaya lets herself be led along by the larger woman, sitting down next to her and - well, not quite cuddling up, but at least leaning against her - shoulder to bicep. Taking solace in the small oasis of comfort amidst this dragon-infested desert. 

Mirroring the witch's gaze, she stares out to the river and sky. The Flower Kingdoms - her home - is out there. But at the moment it feels alot further away.

"It's hard to remember sometimes, I guess." she replies. "After all, gods and demons walk among us. We've literally [i]been [/i]to Hell. It's not as if our worlds are that separate. So why the silent treatment? Why only the subtle touch? I guess I just don't understand it."

She chuckles.

"I guess that's why they're the gods and we're not, right?" she says, smiling up at Giri. "But if you're right about them bringing us together ... I can live with the quiet."

[Clearing frightened]

She lets the silence fall over them, shoulders relaxing at long last as she enjoys the view. Waiting, watching. And listening.

Maybe the gods really do have her back.

And if they do, maybe this situation won't be so hard to solve after all.

[Clearing hopeless]