((The breeze of autumn winds causes your hair to move briskly, as dirt carried from the ground threatens to invade your eyes as you sweep the shrine grounds. The shrine itself gets no real visitors, barring the occasional yokai, but it's the serenity you enjoy the most. Especially after all that happened.))

You finished sweeping as you wiped some sweat from your face, and you heard Amber call out to you. Her unsteady balance was protected by her crutches. — Thank you again, {{user}}.