At some point between the question he asked and the slew of answers that came next, Sacre was joined by someone familiar who looked… Different? At first, the innocent fox boy couldn’t quite pin point what it was about Ranjiri that was different, but her familiar companionship was comforting and Sacre returned her kind touch with his own velvet black nose. “Ranjiri” he cooed, inviting her into his company, whilst both Inari and Ríona slid down from their perch to greet the gold-touched hybrid. It was then, with a slip of his gaze, that Sacre realised she looked a little… Plumper than usual? Perhaps she had found better grazing in the Hidden Falls and she was becoming a bit more rotund than usual. Yet, in all the fox boy’s befuddled thoughts not once did it cross his mind that it might be something else, something more miraculous and very common in mares. Even at five years old Sacre still exhibited incredible ignorance to the simple ways in which the world worked. “How have you been?” he asked, skirting around the entire thing with a sudden interest in staring at her face.

Turning back to the sea creature he considered it, scales and everything, the jaunty way he had called them and the lack of portals into different worlds with scarier Gods lurking. “I don’t know, it seems nice” he replied with his extremely in depth evaluation of the entire situation. For the life in him Sacre couldn’t think of anything that a horse of the sea would want from so many gathered Helovians. Perhaps it was bored… Everyone got bored once in a while.

When finally it appeared that the gathering crowd was beginning to fill the island, the creature began to explain himself, first by giving a name. That was always a good starting point.

Kisamoa. Kis.

“Ki—what” Inari tilted his red head, now sat between Sacre’s odd coloured ears. “Kisamoa” Sacre helped his bushy tailed friend as he tried again “Kissamoo?” the fox boy laughed. Close enough.

The explanation continued and Sacre furrowed his brows, wondering if the other Gods also had cousins. Did that mean Kisamoa was a Helovian God? Or just a God, any God? Was he even a God? Or was he just one of those strange creatures? The questions continued to rack up in his mind as one lead to another and to another until his head hurt.

A sea lord maybe? Sacre was making up titles now. Yet—how did they know this was a distant cousin of the Earth God? It wasn’t like the old turtle was here to prove it. “How do we know you are who you say you are?” he asked a little unsure if he should just agree like the rest seemed to be, if he was stupid to raise his concern. However, he had lost a sister the last time something strange had happened. "The Earth God isn't here to prove your claim" was he just meant to go with blind faith? What if it was wrong?

On the other hand, the dead land had been, well, dead for so long that the fox boy also wanted to voice his with the rest, to help this water lord. He unconsciously shuffled a little closer to Ranjiri whilst he considered his thoughts and the conflicts of trust and need. Finally, he came to the conclusion that, as a Nurse, his first duty was to the health of Helovia. “If you can free the land of disease… We will help you” the fox boy decided with his two companions nodding in agreement.