[unlucky for Olivine, the drink is delicious, further sips taken in even measure to slowly savour. it'll be a moment before the loneliness hits any level that is... well, beyond his normal, but if he notices Kleken's quiet interest, he doesn't indicate it in any way.]

The God of Klein teaches us to be frugal and giving, and we have been endlessly lucky that the people care so deeply for us. It's...

[his expression shifts a little, warm comfort giving way to the familiar twitch of loneliness. it's only been six months, he reminds himself, and he'll get back. that should be enough.

it really should.]

... I miss it, I have to admit. The smiles of the townspeople, the ability to ease their burdens.