Shizuru laid a hand upon Miyu's shoulder and spoke in that quiet, husky tone of hers, "Getting upset isn't going to help anything. After all, do you see me getting upset? I've been screamed at and people have threatened to kill me twice already." She tilted her head back a little and glanced sidelong at the girl that threatened to have a priest kill her with a sword. "Trust me honey, he wouldn't be the first to try and kill me with a sword anyway. They used to call me 'Daughter of Yomi' back in my ancient Japan days. You can't even imagine the number of samurai that tried to cut me down. Men always underestimate women. Even if she's fighting for the most powerful Lord there is and just slew a dozen warriors in battle. Hatred is easier than understanding and calm."<br/><br/>Her advice was surprisingly sound. It was easy to argue and charge at a problem with anger and fury, but that was rarely a viable solution to anything. Calmly assessing a situation would be a much smarter alternative. She turned back to Miyu and flashed the girl a brief smile. "In other parts of Japan, they actually thought I was Amaterasu for a while. I used to dress in white and red robes and used my power to set my sword and hair alight. The very sight was enough to drive most men away screaming." She winked playfully, a smirk crossing her lips.