Truth be told, there's very little divine to Michael's purpose these days. No Heaven to run, no demons to drive back into Hell, no God to issue to commands—and no guarantee he'd bend the knee even if there were. He'll take whatever veneration she cares to show him anyway, same as he takes the Solvunn natives' awe in stride.

"Ah. That is unfortunate." He has few connections in the Free Cities, so the attack on Libertas had meant little to him outside the opportunity to prepare supplies within Solvunn. It's more regrettable now, knowing it has robbed someone he knows of something they enjoy.

He waves a hand at the nearby seats, inviting Inej to join him. If she's not going to head back up onto her platform to continue the routine, she may as well sit.

"Life here has demanded adjustments from all of us. What's the day to day of a courier like?"