Subtly, before she realizes her feet are moving, Rin steps back and a little closer to Yukimura's side. In one way it's exactly as intended—a response to the Dakal's intermittent frustration and request for cover in the instance of an attack—but no one worried about dying glares right back at a phantom cat with this much heat. She grits her teeth. She chews on her bottom lip, until she can't restrain it anymore and she needs to say something; she probably gives the impression there are many things she wants to say, simmering beneath the surface.

"Ryba demands the most dire prices of all." It's not an attempt to answer Yukimura's question over the Dakal's own response, but their teammates who ventured undersea hardly returned with good news about the sea goddess' generosity. Her tone reveals how safe and trustworthy an option Rin blatantly believes Ryba to be—mainly, that there is plenty of room for doubt.

"We will do what we must. A god absorbing the power of another god can very well shatter this entire world."

Ryba is the sea. Nalanni is the land. She recalls the conclusions she was left with from Achilles' and Helga's broadcast to the network, that without either one everything may split at the seams.

Her brow furrows, but for now she remains mostly silent.