Her handling of the crane and the imprint of her fingertips against the paper folds was like a palm reading for Inari. It opened his eyes to glimpses of her, faint with his aging power, but still enough to know she was no threat. Still, he had not survived in New York this long by being careless.
Her answer surprised him and, he felt, was more insight into who she was and perhaps how she had come to be here.
"Happiness is all anyone needs. What we are all striving for." he agreed.
He bent at the waist slightly in a respectful bow to her and, though the mortals around them who might be listening heard Kim, his mortal name, he gave her his true name, "I am Inari. Or what's left." He smiled ruefully.
One of the kitsune padded back over to him, panting, and sat at Inari's feet with her tail wagging, looking up at Hestia with a dog's version of a smile. A sly one.