[ she's been praying to the yatogami :(

--he did promise that. it's true. though she briefly glances at him, her eyes lower back down to her knees and there's a small purse of her mouth that formed when he said "keep an eye on you."

something is definitely up but she's keeping quiet. ]

N-no? I'm fine. Are you worried about my nose? It doesn't even hurt anymore, so don't worry.

[ absolutely not fine, but it involves him and ~feelings~ so she's clamming right the hell up.

those are all things hiyori enjoys, too, but yato has summarized their living together as him protecting and keeping an eye on her so that's what she thinks he's really here for. he's her god of fortune. okay but! she can protect herself! why can't he just... appreciate living with her like she does with him? is she weird? she's weird.

hiyori gathers her journal from the ground and stands, setting it on her desk next to her pen before pulling her scarf off the back of her chair. ]

I know there's a pottery place I can check first. [ she smiles. see? totallyyyy fiiiiine. ] They'll definitely have clay.