Jango tried not to think about the fact that his mother undoubtedly knew exactly what he and Kairi had been doing before they came here by smell alone. Not that she was exactly the disapproving type, of course. But to be fair, he'd never slept with a girl he'd just met the day before. Literally every woman he'd ever been with was here at the party and he'd grown up knowing them since he was a baby. These thoughts were expressed in a slightly reddened complexion as he sat beside Kairi until she mentioned his name and what he'd speculated about the identity of her attacker. "It... fit the descriptions," he confirmed.<br/><br/>Nisha leaned back in her chair, looking thoughtful for a moment. She was unique among the tribe's past chiefs in that she put a much smaller emphasis on the old religions. She still prayed to Nakiki but she didn't try to justify the more exotic rituals and beliefs the tribe had manifested in past generations. Some among the tribe condemned her for it but she stood by her principles. Given that, Jango's eyes narrowed as he saw a flicker of worry in his mother's eyes, fully expecting her to scoff and shrug off the notion that Nakiki's fabled sister was sending her minions to destroy them all. But she seemed genuinely worried. "Children of Jalung..." she said thoughtfully. "I'll relay this information to the elders and warn the tribe to keep to the shallows for a few days..." She seemed to come back to herself, looking up at the pair of them and letting a smile form on her lips for the first time since Kairi had met her. "This is not the welcome you deserve Kairi," she said, her tone a bit more soft. "Although I'm sure my son made up for that," an eyebrow raised at Jango who averted his eyes and looked embarrassed. "Go have some food, you two. I'm sure the others will be eager to meet you, Kairi."