Monzun hesitates over admitting they thought he was a young god in need of guidance. It's...well. Embarrassing. They'd warred against him for fewer years than Nemesis directly, perhaps, but long enough they likely should have recognized his presence if they hadn't taken the old god's word.

"I'll continue tending to my people," they say eventually, glow listing to the side, over the nearby Village the Wonder towers over. "There are fewer mine than I knew on this land, but still many scattered around--here, and the others I've travelled."

The word comes with some irony, being such a mild word for being forced to flee from and chase gods so much.

As things are, though, they can travel when they please.

Sweetheart slowly crouches until she reaches nearly Laetes' eye-level. He, too, seems angry. She dips forward to tap her snout to his in askance. He doesn't need to be angry, she'd rather have that stop.