"...No. I did not desire to be your enemy. In recent memory, gods of Eden have rarely been afforded the choice." You may have noticed?

They have work to do, then. Lethys draws in front of them now, and sails a little higher and closer to the land, perhaps hoping to draw them out of whatever strange thoughts they're having.

"Do not misunderstand! I am no stranger to the meaning of shared Influence. But it seems communicating your intent slipped your mind. One can never be sure."

As nonchalant as he's playing it now that he has a straight answer, it feels strange to wander into an alliance so casually. And with no decorum. Perhaps he will need to explain a few things, in time.

Lethys is more aware of Sweetheart than perhaps Monzun is at this moment. He has spent a long time on his guard for the shape and pattern of the Leopard; he remains uncomfortably aware of her in the corner of his view. Maybe this too will fade.

Laetes, suspiciously, is nowhere to be seen.