The splashes from other attendants at the bathhouse seem ever louder now, ever clearer in the silence that follows from the Summoner herself. She had begun to rinse out her own hair but now the task is largely stalled, her bucket gripped between her hands. She doesn't blantantly stare at Shura at the very least but Nagi isn't near as good at keeping her feelings out of her outside demeanor as Shura is.

Eventually her gaze drifts down to the bucket itself, now settled in her lap. She can't really fathom the world Shura describes in her mind but she can comprehend humans driven mad to some extent. The brides of the Tento Lords had come to that end themselves, hadn't they? She would ask for forgiveness for even bringing up the topic but it seems a pointless gesture and the information is useful as well. In the end she nods slowly, adding in a bit of a murmur. "I cannot comprehend such a world, in theory or conjecture."

A long pause and then she finally moves back into action, draining her bucket with one hand as she works suds from her hair with the other. Once she seems to have gotten it all worked out, she offers with a somewhat more somber smile than before: "Would you like me to wash your back for you?"