She carries on as though she doesn't hear Sora; and she doesn't. Her small hands stroke the dead creature's fur, and she holds it up to look it in the face. But it is limp, and it is dead, and so she cries.
The dark, shadowy hands rise up from the ground as though slowly escaping from hell. They form a protective circle around Oichi, stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe.