(lessa doesn't move from his spot, standing as close to set as he had been after helping him up. he does, however, shallowly tilt his head as though hearing a tall tale.)

If you're certain, (he says, hypocritically uncertain. set is both objectively and subjectively young, beautiful, and expressive. the exclamation of surprise, too, makes lessa guesstimate an age further in the privacy of his own thoughts.

for a moment, lessa lapses into a contemplative—sad—silence.)

It's been some time since I spoke with the divine; we're both unaccustomed, it seems. Are you an angel? A god?