[ she's never heard of watatsumi island before, nor of its priestess, but there's something about kokomi that commands respect. the way she holds herself, perhaps; her dignity and grace. clorinde has served the divine for long enough now that she's come to recognize it in some ways. ]

You are, yes. [ kokomi's amusement is echoed in her own tone, a small smile curling her lips. ] And it is. I would've liked it to be under different circumstances, but if this is the one silver lining I have, I'll take it.