Lemm is equally casual when he flutters his hand at their quill in response, shooing them off. Yes, no Higher Beings here, socially speaking - just the grubby little wanderer who comes to sell him relics.

Put the way they've written it, their Ascension seems almost... inadvertent.

Seer eases into this understanding slowly, scanning their page with barely a motion. But it's clear, at least - the Wielder apparently does not mince words. She settles the rest of the way back into place. The prewritten letter disappears inside her wings.

"It felt customary..." To bow to a new god she knows so little of, and introduced for the first time - technically - of course it did. But by her tone, it's nothing personal. She inclines her head. "I will keep your title to myself."

...On, then, as strange as it feels. Seer thinks for a moment, going back over what they've told her. Low and wilting, her antennae give a minute shiver.

"You carry a Dream realm inside you," she reiterates, just to bring that properly to light. "As many of us do, surely as we carry Essence... But you! You've managed to tangle another mind in yours, and how vast it must be now!"

She lowers her head, as if this next part might be insensitive - but at least she says it. Pragmatism is probably best, in the case of this new god who doesn't want the added decorum.

"How did you take her?"