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He rolled his eyes at her. "So now he shows concern," Nishibyakko sighed. It probably had something to do with the fact that a woman was involved. For now he was going to say nothing, but he did not regret crushing that feather of his. He found a little bit of joy in knowing that having a feather plucked brought the chicken pain, the vain and arrogant creature screeching up in the clouds would have made Nishibyakko chuckle if he was not in pain himself.
The god allowed himself to be pulled up, heaving one arm around the miko's shoulder with a groan. Standing up was awkward for him, finding his limbs unresponsive and weak with the poison in him. How shameful that a god could be fell so easily by something as simple as tengu poison. The cons of being away from heaven were beginning to pile on top of the god of autumn. That place was the home of the gods were one could heal one's mind and body. Having boycotted, Nishibyakko had technically not returned home for a long, long time. Even though he was still in his own territory, it would not heal him as quickly as being in the presence of Amaterasu. But being near her now would make him feel even more sick - as well as disgust.
He was unnaturally silent at her insults, he had nothing to say, or was simply too tired to jab back. Nishibyakko had a feeling she was hiding her concern with her usual behavior around him, but the god was thinking of other things. Stumbling to his feet, he walked with her, following the spiders that were leading the way. Every now and then they would stop and look behind them to see if they were following, and the god was hindering the pace they could go with his injuries.
"... Can we take a detour?" the god suddenly asked, peering into one of the cluster of trees intensely. "There is something I need to see."
The god allowed himself to be pulled up, heaving one arm around the miko's shoulder with a groan. Standing up was awkward for him, finding his limbs unresponsive and weak with the poison in him. How shameful that a god could be fell so easily by something as simple as tengu poison. The cons of being away from heaven were beginning to pile on top of the god of autumn. That place was the home of the gods were one could heal one's mind and body. Having boycotted, Nishibyakko had technically not returned home for a long, long time. Even though he was still in his own territory, it would not heal him as quickly as being in the presence of Amaterasu. But being near her now would make him feel even more sick - as well as disgust.
He was unnaturally silent at her insults, he had nothing to say, or was simply too tired to jab back. Nishibyakko had a feeling she was hiding her concern with her usual behavior around him, but the god was thinking of other things. Stumbling to his feet, he walked with her, following the spiders that were leading the way. Every now and then they would stop and look behind them to see if they were following, and the god was hindering the pace they could go with his injuries.
"... Can we take a detour?" the god suddenly asked, peering into one of the cluster of trees intensely. "There is something I need to see."