[She doesn't sing often. So rare is it that she falls back onto who she once was. Yet the child had needed a push of another kind. Izanami grasps his hand in her own, pulling him up gently Izanagi would likely like his vassal's arm to not be dislocated, after all; he needs it.

She nods a 'you are welcome, child.']

You have a vast amount of potential within you, Narukami... do not doubt it or yourself for an instant.

[Or she will slap you. :I]

Would you like to join me for tea? You seem as though you could use it.

['You are too young for alcohol, son.' :| She heard of the absinthe incident.]