Her head tilted, and a canine grin and nod in acknowledgment. Creator? Hmmm that might account for it--and then he was explaining more even before she could ask. He did not seem like one of the tsukumogami... At least not one who had come about via the usual ways such things did.

Moving closer to examine the blade, it was easy to see the care its maker had put into it from the detail and the craftsmanship. Truly then, less an object-youkai and more a true spirit-embodying-the sword. More akin to a kami. It made sense to her.

There are many things that are strange in this place Mikazuki-san. Though you are unique, you are not special in your strangeness here. Another smile though, and she got to her feet. Please also call me Ammy. I am brought to this place to help it, just as you have been requested to be.