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[ He just kind of stares for a second. People just straight up asking him that is still weird. ]

Um. Tired, mostly.

[ Helpless worry is exactly as exhausting as he remembers. ]

Mm. You're not alone.

Would you like to have some tea?

[ There's another pause, stretching longer still. This is the second offer for company he's been given, and that probably shouldn't feel so overwhelming. ]

...Yes, I would.

[ Firmly, as if he's just had to have an argument with himself about it. ]

Should I. Meet you at your cabin?

[Xie Lian gives him time, space without expectations.]

Thank you, it's nice to have company. Yes, I'm in the 14th cabin on level 3.

[It's the one with the best door you could ask for in a previously falling down shrine. Objectively.]

[ He does, in fact, admire the craftsmanship as he knocks. ]

[Xie Lian opens the door with a warm smile.]

Hello, Zerxus. Please, come in.

[ His return smile looks as stiff and weary as the rest of him, but there's warmth to it all the same. ]

Thank you.

[ For - well, he's sure Xie Lian knows.

His eyes widen, slightly, as he steps inside. ]

Is this - your shrine?

It is.

[He looks around it, fondly. With San Lang's help, it's certainly in far better shape than the broken down shelter the villagers had given him, but that just means it's a small shrine that's in good repair. It's not impressive, but it was a good home.

Well, apart from the painting over the table. But that's impressive because of San Lang's talent.]

I've started some tea, so it shouldn't be long.

It's...nice.

[ Awkward but earnest, as he takes everything in. The modest serenity of it reminds him of the shrines he'd see on Domunas, sparse but well-loved. ]

I've never asked what you're a god of.

[He smiles at Zerxus, pleased to see him taking it in, as a lot of it has marks of San Lang's handiwork. He doesn't look any older than he had during the flood, if you only looked at a picture, and yet he's equally far older - especially if you're used to immortals.]

I'm a Martial God, and also a god of scraps. Picking up what's thrown away one place and seeing if it can be sold in another.

[ He doesn't smile as easily as his younger self did, so it says something that this startles a genuine grin from him.

Gods of war can be kind.

He doesn't try to hide the depth of emotion, but he's not going to address it, either. ]

Everything is valuable to someone.

Mm. The basis of my business, though it was mostly just... wandering.

It could be a pleasant existence.

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