Their smaller concerns confuse him even more than their larger godly manners.

Lethys stalls, still stuck in the rut of the previous topic. But the rain might be - just a slight bit - softer... so he ought to adapt.

...Does he agree? Does he not? Lethys has not had this breed of conversation in a long time.

"Mortals are..."

Silence; waves, rain, distant thunder.

Mortals are what? Small? Beneath his notice? Significant, or insignificant? Both? Mortals are...

He flounders for an embarrassingly long time.

Maybe Monzun might care to elaborate, since Lethys has apparently run into a stumbling block.