And then the breeze picks up, becoming a gust. Powerful, but not so much as to knock Kanna away or blow her down.

Just enough for the offered belt to slip up and away from it’s tether to the shrine, and to wrap itself around Kanna’s waist before the gust, and the belt, settle.

Deedee blinks, then puts her knuckle to her lips.

“I think he thinks you need it more than he does,” she says.