Kusuriyuri bowed as well. There were few living creatures in the human world as old as or older than he was. There were few in the Makai as well, for various reasons. He looked up, for the first time in a very long time, feeling small. He greeted her in the oldest, most formal way he knew, once reserved only for the nameless gods. He was sure she would remember it.

He felt welcome filling him, a trace of amusement as well. "It is an honor," he replied to the feeling.