[HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT LAST BIT he is learning so much about Constellations in this chili's tonight. He just watches the ink-like blood drip, observing the strange healing for another moment or two before he looks back up toward her properly again.]
Do the power of your stories fade with time?
[The way he's like "WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN IF SHE'S JUST DOWN HERE IN HELL??? WILL PEOPLE STILL TELL STORIES ABOUT HER???" Actually being sent to hell is great mythos, someone tack that on officially. As for the rest of that, though, he just nods.]
Let me know, then. I'll return this with a favor of your choosing, within reason.
[When you're a transactional god and can't accept people doing things for you just to do things for you.]
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Do the power of your stories fade with time?
[The way he's like "WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN IF SHE'S JUST DOWN HERE IN HELL??? WILL PEOPLE STILL TELL STORIES ABOUT HER???" Actually being sent to hell is great mythos, someone tack that on officially. As for the rest of that, though, he just nods.]
Let me know, then. I'll return this with a favor of your choosing, within reason.
[When you're a transactional god and can't accept people doing things for you just to do things for you.]