Ishtar received a response that was more than expected. There was an intelligence behind this mist- undoubtedly the entity in possession of those strong tendrils- and it was interwoven with confusion, and an anger born of fear.
Though at the least it might be understood.
'I mean you no harm, and if you can cease your fear-born lashing out, the others can be made to cease their own flailing ... we simply wish to not be lost. Much the same as you, I feel.
The Oni stopped her wandering then, and sat cross-legged.
'Would you like some help ?'