He can almost<em>see</em>the fury, desperation, and sorrow, leaking from his beloved, in a palpable aura, even before he placed the comforting hand on her shoulder. Even so, a slight spark of power strikes at him, her aura unconsciously lashing out at him, though it's hardly more than a twinge, even to a mortal. The touch seems to soothe her, though, as the aura fades, giving way to sorrow, as she drops to her knees, head in Inari's lap, sobbing. "Because I'm your daughter..." she says, between the sobs.<br/><br/>Slowly, very slowly, Inari starts to solidify, as she strokes Ama's hair, softly cooing, "You poor dear... come to your mother..."