Ilda initially looked amused at Yato’s reaction to her world’s monotheistic setup, but then her expression turned thoughtful. There's no way any single god could grant everyone's wishes effectively, he’d said - and could that just be it? That her sister, poor little Ingride, simply happened to be one of those their goddess failed to notice, despite all the Pilgrimages and the offerings?

Following his lead, she adjusted her mask and moved to the other side of the dead creature. “How would you do it?” she asked, genuinely curious. “You know, if you were the only god and everyone’s got a wish. Who’d you answer first? What’s someone got to do to get your attention?”