Mollified enough to be going on with, he leans on the staff. It's... good to have one in his hands again, in a way he didn't really expect. "The only mothers I acknowledge are," he says, in a pleasant tone that implies don't go there if you don't want another one. His leg aches, and while that's not entirely a bad thing by any means, it's been aching all day, and the stimulation is a constant drain. "Don't make blanket statements like that about the gods. Even if you had been right, why would they respond to it by giving you what you wanted? Now, get up and take the plates. One on each palm, and one on your head. You can put your hat on top of it if you must."