[His expression flickers in something of a flinch as the creature wearing Dara's body hurls her at the barrier-- but he doesn't pull back or try to dodge. Who knows if it's trust in Seimei's barrier, or a lack of care to whatever might happen to himself.

Looking at her is... hard. A gutted person, flayed and spread open, is grotesque and stomach churning enough. Having the face and body of someone he actively cares about, has been worried for, and wants to keep safe is worse. But really, it's only slightly more disturbing than shadows he's seen. And Seimei's cold, clear confidence that they would restore her helps. So he'll swallow the horror and watch the trapped beast flail and rage, before shaking his head.]

Yeah? You can keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better in here.

[Once she's restored, she'll overpower the god completely again. He's sure of it.]

Unfortunately for you, people here like Dara. So they're not gonna be cowed by some gross mist or a bunch of snakes. Throw a fit all you like, it's not gonna change how this ends.