It's nice to be helping someone else out while she takes care of this, of course. And in general, she'd much rather go through these particular motions with a friend than a stranger, for sure. But also. Well. Hm.

Shinji in particular seems like the person she ought to do this with, maybe, in a way.

Wondering at this odd turn of luck, Kyoko slips up beside him to gently open her hands over the space next to Shinji's tapes, carefully letting their contents fall onto the altar. The tiny flowers are so gray that they'd almost blend in with the temple stone, if they could be polished up.

Falling into place next to him, she'll reach out tentatively, fingers skating over the heel of his palm, watching him softly sidelong. "I'm glad. I was... kinda at a loss, you know?"