Not that Yato’s call wasn’t obvious, but it took a while to sink in. Ilda, after all, was used to being the one screaming - at her brother, at her friends, at the random passersby in the marketplace.

She finally spotted him and his flag. Awww, that was awfully nice of him!

”YES THERE IS AN ILDA HERE!” she shouted back, waving excitedly. Then she started to make her way towards him, scattering wet sand and splashing seawater as she half-ran.