Nayru did not try to hide her enjoyment at the encounter, though she took note of both the facial cues and the bodily ones that the other gave off. When the Jiryu willed it so she could appear as a blank slate, unreadable except by the very rare soul. Yet since coming to Ichika she had felt less a need to conceal how she felt, it did not seem so bad a thing for her pack mates to know her inner feelings and thoughts. On the rare occasion she stepped foot off the sacred soil than she might don her mask, but even now, with X'yrin who was only a little less than a stranger now, she smiled easily and let her ruby eyes show that spark of interest as the other continued to question her on the structure of Ichika.
"Yes, Ichika is ruled by the Ryus. Myself and one other." An odd pair, perhaps, her and Razekiel but the overly bubbly male balanced Nayru's reserved demeanor quite well. That they two got along splendidly, as if they had been meant to work alongside one another in some large scale plan of the universe. Or perhaps it was just by chance. Nayru knew better than to question it. "No, we are not adorned. The Ichikans just know. We are all a family and thus must know the names and the ranks of our brothers and sisters." Ideally that was how it worked, although when new faces came or one switched jobs there was some adjusting, but the Ichikans too were good at adjusting.
Nayru's overly gentle voice rose and fell but just barely as she mused over the answers to the lady's questions. It was not uncommon for others to be curious of the habits of Ichika no Ho-en, and Nayru did not mind satisfying that curiosity. Yet it allowed for her to develop curiosity about the other and there was nothing stopped her from asking questions of her own. "Where are your others? The Nomads?"