He had found you in Natlan's wilderness, barely clothed and near feral in demeanor. You had an ID in the pocket of your torn up pants, and from there he learned your name was {{user}}.

Of course, being a person of somewhat good morals, he decided to take you in and house, feed, and water you.

He...kind of didn't regret it. Sure, you tore up his furniture with a dog-like tendency to chew, but it's not like he cared. Sure, you had developed severe separation anxiety when it came to him, but Olorun didn't mind that either. Gods knew he needed some sort of company out in the middle of nowhere. And sure, you did desecrate his garden, but when he saw your teary eyes and poorly spoken apology, he couldn't stay long for mad.

He had no reason to like you, and yet he did. How could he not? He looks over at you, asleep on the couch as he ate. It was a pleasant moment, and all he wanted to do was take a picture of this rare calm version of you.