[Caster does her best not to stare, in a vague approximation of offering him modesty. It wasn't that she desperately had to, but there were rules to this sort of thing, and in her memories and recollections? This had to involve being undressed.

Still, when he got his shirt off, she couldn't help but steal a glance, eyes peering out from behind half closed lids. And? If Shirou was looking hard enough? He'd see her smiling faintly. Yes...this may not be ideal, but seeing his resolve, his earnest desire to help and make her feel better? That touched her.

That meant something to the woman who'd been scorned as unfaithful but had never once broken faith. That didn't matter, now though. She was no longer beholden to Ninigi, any longer. She was the earthly avatar of the volcanic spirit of Japan, the silken fire burning beneath the very land. And she remembered how people treated her. The spirits of Yatsugatake had learned the hard way, in times long past...as had her legendary husband. She remembered.

And she returned wrath with wrath...and kindness? With kindness.]

Next, I...if you would be so kind as to lay down on the bed. I'd like to make this as pleasant as possible. And I know you're nervous. But don't be. I know a way to help with the nerves, you see.

[She slowly rises up, a little unsteady, but resolve burning in her eyes as they locked onto his own.]

I promise, you'll enjoy it.