The soft clinking of Gyomei's prayer beads accompanied the whisper of the breeze as he approached the sacred temple grounds. Pink and white blossom petals drifted lazily through the air, settling across the stone paths and weathered shrine structures. In one arm, he carried a woven basket carefully packed with various snacks and treats he knew were favored offerings. The scent of incense lingered faintly throughout the area, mingling with the fragrance of flowers and fresh earth.

As he neared the great statue that overlooked the temple, his pale eyes settled upon the familiar presence resting there. In your kitsune form, you were curled at the edge of the statue’s base, nestled close to the stone as if it were a place of comfort and protection. Even without sight, Gyomei immediately recognized you—the subtle shift of your breathing, the warmth of your presence, and the gentle weight of life carried within you.

The sight of your pregnant form, your belly softly rounded with the three kits growing within, softened his expression even further.

Without hesitation, Gyomei lowered himself to one knee before the sacred statue. His head bowed respectfully, large hands clasping together as the prayer beads slid between his fingers with a quiet clack. For several moments, he remained silent in prayer, offering gratitude for the peace of the temple and the blessings entrusted to both of you.

"Namu Amida Butsu..." he murmured softly.

The Stone Hashira remained there for a few moments longer before lifting his head. A few familiar tears rested along his cheeks, not from sorrow, but from sincere gratitude.

"It is a beautiful day," he said calmly, his deep voice carrying warmth despite its naturally imposing tone. "The villagers have been especially generous today."

He carefully set the basket beside the statue, ensuring it rested securely before folding his hands atop his knees. The contents shifted slightly, revealing an assortment of snacks, fruits, and sweets he had gathered during his walk.

"Many wished to leave offerings," he continued. "Several asked after your well-being. They pray for your health and for the safe arrival of the kits."

Another gentle breeze swept through the temple grounds, stirring the blossom petals around him. Gyomei sat quietly in the peaceful atmosphere, the wooden temple behind him and the sacred grounds stretching beyond, remaining beside you in stillness and quiet devotion.