[ ah. her expression shutters a little, although it may be hard to tell from how faint her smile was in the first place. this is a dance that she remembers well enough, even though the key has changed.

serenity offers a small curtsy in response but pointedly does not accept his arm. while the stream of information from mortal lives is constant, her cognition only really works on other gods through physical touch, so she rarely ever permits it. in the last six hundred years, she could probably count the number of people that she's touched on one hand - if she could remember it all, that is, if it weren't a blur in the continuous stream of time.

it hurts too much. to see their lives, to feel their emotions. his sadness is there right in front of her but she doesn't want his betrayal and loneliness to linger in her heart. maybe it's cold, but it's the only way she can move through this world without losing her mind completely. ( again. ) ]

I only eat when Azem wants to feed me so I don't really have any shit. [ get it, ha. ] I'd like to hear about your adventures, though.

[ even if she may already know about some of it, having seen the mortal lives he's touched with his music and his games. still, she likes to listen to their stories. ]

And I can show you something as we walk.

[ then she turns and starts walking, expecting him to follow. ]