A rumor is like a hydra, you know. The more you try to cut it down, the more teeth it grows.

[She has never seen him so... cold and seething, before. It's enough to knock her off kilter, toying with the sleeve of her folded cardigan nervously. She feels so far from her drowned and decaying shrine, right now.]

You thought... a standoffish bachelor suddenly yielding everything in his power and his name to a young and unworldly lady wouldn't raise any eyebrows?

[Lord Sukuna...

She meets his gaze and blinks, even more bewildered.]

...I am fine? I am just as I usually am.