IN732Q's eyes flick eagerly between the tip of the drawing sticks and the pictures they make in the ground, whiskers and tail twitching with what can only be excitement. It takes a long time to drink them all in; it fixates on the representations of K and Senku in particular, taking its spear and idly tracing it around their outlines, like it's trying to memorize the shapes.

Eventually it glances back up. [They ask for the gifts it gives to the gods,] the creature says. [It cannot take back what was already given. But it will look. It hopes the gods are not angry with it for withholding their gifts.]