Artagan stumbles through the forest, certainly not used to being a regular fey again.

“Jester?” He calls, damn near tripping over the branch he’d grabbed as a conduit for his now-weak magic.

“Jester?!” Artagan calls again, becoming more frantic. He’d given up his divinity to save her. He had no other choice but to save her.

The Traveller was bound to the rules of the gods. But Artagan needed to answer Jester when she called. And he plans to. Has to. Or he just gave up his godhood to the Moonweaver for nothing.