Ran is still a long moment. The sudden appearance of someone clad in unearthly clothes and strangely familiar is enough to give her pause -- as are his words and the gesture of peace.

His words are concilatory at least, and Ran remembers the stories she has heard. Better not to anger the spirit-folk. "It is I who must apologise," she says. "I have entered your house without leave and lost myself in your maze. I must humbly entreat you to allow me to leave. I erred not from malice, but from need."