Azami is... torn. On one hand, these people weren't acting like humans usually did - or at least, she thought they were humans for a moment, but then she watched one change and well. Clearing eyes did nothing to change what she saw - even though she had all her snakes, so it shouldn't have changed anything regardless.

On the other hand, her daughter and granddaughter weren't here. As she had been trying to reach them, this is fairly upsetting.

So there's a tiny woman - she's half a foot shy of five feet - frowning at the storytellers and tapping one sandal clad foot in an impatient way. Her hair shifting just a little when there isn't wind isn't a trick of the light, and neither are the scales on her cheeks.

Why couldn't she have found these people, who didn't treat her as a monster, instead of humans? Ah, but if she had found them, she wouldn't have found Tsukihiko.