Some days he gets roped into helping out other gods and shinki who he’s not even technically allied with—and this is just one of those days wherein he’s resigned to it.

And he’s only a lot less abrasive due to the fact that unlike most of the denizens of the Far Shore, she is relatively quiet, ladylike, and polite. And likely difficult to sass, anyway.

“I am afraid my ability to manipulate this technology is limited, milady.” Being from a medieval fantasy kinda sucks like that. “How does one begin to seek out such a place?”