Duma scoffed slightly, "There is nothing subtle in the Golden City." That was one of the reasons he had been so willing to take the key and co-occupy the abandoned throne - just to get away from it. But then he had wanted away from even that and here they both were in Preya. He could feel the wound, such as it was, knitting back together - again, such as it was. But it was better than nothing.
He could have wiped away Samandriel's tears but he didn't. The crying would be good for him. It would help get some of that bad energy out. "I do not think this version would do that but it is understandable if you would avoid him," he certainly wasn't going to push the issue. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Perhaps we should send the gentle god a cake. Everyone likes cake." Better than a fruit basket anyway. Or maybe some kind of whiskey if he was something vaguely Norse.
It had seemed to Duma that everyone was asking the wrong questions on that post. Someone just writes 'help' and they don't think to ask for more? Utter nonsense. How was he the first one to ask for where?