[Stepping closer, her fingers begin to trace a pattern in the air. Makie might recognize the character (匿) if she's literate, though Saori has no idea. Sparks fly along her fingertips, the space between them positively thrumming with power.

Then Saori speaks, her words rote and ceremonial, a ritual repeated many times.]

Makie, you are blessed by the Daughter of Wind and Rain. The sky will watch over you, and should harm befall you your enemy will suffer tenfold. Should you need me, I will find you.

[And then the symbol darts forward, flowing into Makie. For a brief instant, it pulses against her chest, leaving a faint tingling sensation. That then fades as the rite completes. The goddesses demeanor changes back to it's cheery, less weighty self, and she inclines her head in a fractional bow.]

You'll come back to visit, yes? I'd hate to miss our tea times together.