[He will start being invasive in his soul in a bit, but first he just wants him to feel comfortable, warm, and loved. He picks him up and teleports them to the roof of the capitol so they can sit and view the city below them.

But he never lets up on keeping his soul around him or petting his aether. He misses aetheric touch immensely, he imagines it is the same for Elidibus. For Lahabrea.]

As much as you are the Emissary, you are also our guardian. Our hope. A reminder how giving our people are.