Some already-building frustration dissipates with his blue. "Lethys, you perplex me," they say.

("Let him wonder! He doesn't need to know jack about you, getting all uppity in your face like that! Not that you have a face...")

("He's certainly expecting more enmity than you're giving. Perhaps we should be careful not to stoke the flames, so to speak?")

"I did not win anything," they say tiredly. "I was forced to wage war I did not want, for people I did not desire, to kill a god that tried to destroy everything I knew first. I would have left it all alone if not for that."

They twist a Gesture, smaller and tighter, for more watering.