She looked crushed, momentarily, staring up at Nagato before turning her head to Orile himself. It lasted about as long as most anything lasted to a six year old - perhaps fifteen second or so.

"... Awww. Fiiiiiiine, but I wanna play RIGHT after dinner!" Seeming quite insistent on this point, she nodded fervently.

"Of course. Right after." Orile smiled as he set her on her feet again. "Go on, I'll be along soon enough." He promised, watching her retreating form as it splashed up water and mud until it was completely gone into the distance. Clearing his throat, he bowed lightly to Nagato. "My apologies, Kami-sama. You appear well."