She was clearly lost. The way he laughed after she asked that only served to continue to increase her confusion. If anyone else had said these sorts of things to her she would have reacted very differently. A sneer, a dirty look, or just straight physical assault- But obviously she was a lot more tolerant and submissive around Akihiro. It made him pretty unaware of how nasty and toxic her personality could be at times, but perhaps Kureji would be able to fill him in at some point.
He would reassure her that she didn’t look fat, and Ikomiki would look down at her body once again as if she wanted to reaffirm herself with her own eyes. Previously, around the time they had met, she had been rail thin. That was what happened when you sustained yourself entirely with the products of your own hunting and gathering. While she still had the same toned musculature as before the underfed thinness had almost entirely disappeared, giving her a much healthier appearance.
“My world?” She would ask another question, still getting nowhere in this conversation. She was different from these humans- That was something she understood clearly, but to be honest she was just as ignorant about her own world as she was about the human one at times. Ikomiki had been dumped here as a baby after all, along with her brother…
“I don’t know very much about where the Otsutsuki come from. I was sent here when I was very young, with my brother. We just spent most of our time living in the forests, away from humans.” She shrugged a bit, rolling her shoulders and avoiding eye contact now as she looked to the side in thought.