J'mon could work with that. Adoration, devotion, it wasn't why they had built a city. It was a side-effect of it, yes, but the objective had always been to create an oasis where all sorts of people were able to build the life they wanted to - a place that was, more or less, safe. A place where any and all indulgences could be found if only you knew who to ask. But nevertheless, it still felt good to have that sort of devotion from someone they also respected. Gilmore was extremely powerful, talented, and charming. It was a gift to have him around.
"I only wish that I had more to offer you," they said. "I have had some news from your friends, and a couple of them are still come and visit when they are in Marquet, but so much has happened, it would take such a long time to tell all of the stories." And they wouldn't want to say anything that might cause Gilmore pain, even if it was part of the tale. There was one crucial piece of information they had already decided to leave out. Perhaps he would learn of it, eventually, but it would not be from J'mon's lips.
They reached over and gently placed one warm hand on Gilmore's knee, giving it a soft squeeze. "How could I be expected to turn down such an offer?" they asked. "Of course, I will gladly accept whatever gratitude you have to share. All too often things happen here where I wish I had such a talented spellcaster around to assist. I have no doubt you will be able show your gratitude sooner or later." And considering Gilmore didn't recall the full extent of their relationship, that was all they would ask for, for now. Perhaps at a later time when they had been properly re-acquainted and the shock wore off a bit, they could discuss other options.