"Yes, yes... you go and talk to her. I don't think I could face her, right now." She laughs, somewhat nervously. "I didn't think anything could surprise me, any more. Not shake me like this," she says, moving away, still shaking somewhat.<br/><br/>While he'd been gone, Inari had taken a few moments to stretch, and adjust her appearance; no longer nude, she was dressed in warrior's regalia; a suit of leather, that looked as soft and supple as natural skin, yet was likely as impossibly strong as mithral. She nods, and takes the seat; he'll notice, now that she's had a chance to stabilize, that she's still a rank nine or so deity, even without followers. Considering that's slightly stronger than Ama, she has every right to be worried. Inari sits, calmly, smoothly, and meets Draiss with an even gaze. "That one that left; she claimed to be my daughter. How?"