Things were going crazy in the mortal realm and it would seem that going back to the haven was absolutely not an option. The goddess had no idea what it was that was going up above their heads but she did not want to be close to it. However, Aketch couldn't be blind to all the chaos that was spurring either.
For now she had opted to ride the chaos out in the wastelands where things made sense. The familiar cracked clay ground provided a great deal of comfort as did the dying trees and lack of water. Here was fine and here she would stay while she gathered her thoughts. The goddess could only wonder what the other gods she'd befriended were up to right now. Where the hell was Tanaka hanging out these days? Was he still by the sea with those mortals or had he moved on. Part of her wanted to travel that way but there was always the chance that grumpy faced god was no longer there.
Aketch hadn't been paying attention but a group of vultures had gathered not too far away picking at something on the ground. A mood lift happened the moment she noticed this and her form shifted in to that of a vultures. Happily she flew towards the groups way and perched in a near by decaying tree. In this form she felt a little more welcomed by the vultures kind.
This was nice and relaxing and it made sense.