He should be afraid, especially with the way the offerings are disappearing, but he's not; instead, he's overcome with the grief and yearning emanating from the shrine, and with it compassion. He's felt like this before - not this specifically, but enough like it to understand.
He approaches the shrine and takes a knee next to it, laying a hand on the ground. "I'm here. Let me help you."
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He approaches the shrine and takes a knee next to it, laying a hand on the ground. "I'm here. Let me help you."