[It feels strange, to have someone be so kind to him. The comfort of a simple embrace is familiar and yet so very, very foreign - it's been centuries since his parents died, since his people abandoned him, since his closest companions left him for the heavens. He's been alone for so long, so long, Pyra's actions are too much of a new thing for him to bear all at once. He's like a stray dog who's been kicked one too many times, unsure how to react when someone wants to pet him instead.
It's almost too easy to let himself be defeated by all this; but he does. He lets himself relax, laughing a bit at her words, sniffling slightly as she pats his head.] Thank you......I almost feel like I should be the one praying to you, today.
["Are you sure you're not a god yourself?" he's too tired to continue the joke, and simply settles with:] I'll be good.
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It's almost too easy to let himself be defeated by all this; but he does. He lets himself relax, laughing a bit at her words, sniffling slightly as she pats his head.] Thank you......I almost feel like I should be the one praying to you, today.
["Are you sure you're not a god yourself?" he's too tired to continue the joke, and simply settles with:] I'll be good.