[ If Yuzu watches very carefully, there is a slight displacement of the air, a little like heat coming off of a street, the tiniest hint of where the God's presence is. ]

My father's here. I haven't seen him in a while but I don't miss him.

[The god pauses, and she might feel eyes on her, as the god seems to look at her.]

What was your dad like, if you miss him he must be good.