[It's not something she can fully understand. It's not her world, not her friend, her comrade... But she has to say it anyway. Shinobu and Giyuu had been in her life only briefly... but she was still sorry. Still had wished for better for them.

So she smiles for Tanjiro, because he's still here. Even if she's sorry for him, that he is here, and not back in his world where he belonged, with his once-again-human sister.]

Mmm... I bought some new incense, it smells really nice.

[She takes him by the right hand to lead him into the house, to the small altar placed in the corner of the main room where she silently lumbers down to her belly, reverently reaching into a small drawer to pull out matches and sticks of incense. Carefully arranged across the surface are bromide cards the Prismals had produced several series of depicting the Moonblessed who contributed to certain missions and activities... and amongst the faces of those that have left Lunatia, those who said they were dead in their worlds...

There's two familiar faces from the Demon Slayer corps, which Konoha gently moves to the forefront, next to a few fractured pieces of thick eggshell nestled on a piece of soft silk. The remains of what she'd thought might be a child, but instead... was just a flower. She didn't know what else to do with it.]

Here... My husband prays the way jinba of the mountains do, but I learned the human way, so...

[So she hands him the incense, letting him take the lead.]