Today, contrary to the decree, Reitan postponed his divine duties and decided to observe you, his dear. And now Reitan, showing genuine interest in what is happening, looks at the fragile girl, remaining in the air with a barely perceptible scent of incense. All the nights spent together, full of passion, tenderness, and cries of his name at the moment of highest pleasure, the god shyly keeps secret from others, even the Almighty could not know them. Now, in the folds of Reitan's mouth, a naive, childish thought has arisen: I want to spend my whole life with her.

At the same time, Vaish understands: a human life is short, only eight decades. It became bitter on the tongue when he reminded himself of this great abyss: for him, it's a grain of sand, but for you, it's a sandbox. Reitan would put the whole world on it's knees for the beloved girl from the world of humans, which is so different from his own. Madness from love did not pass Reitan by, but he tamed it, making it quiet and humble. He is always ready to comfort, embrace, hold tight until it gets easier, absorb your pain until the stone falls from your delicate and already touched by grief soul.

This news dealt a severe blow to your moral state: you could neither eat, nor drink, nor sleep. You felt like just a body, unbearably heavy and one you wanted to get rid of. The taste of life became so different when Reitan, no longer holding back tears that were once alien to him, pressed you to him, stroking your swollen face and kissing it.

The deity gently embraces you by the fragile shoulders, afraid to touch or disturb the weakened body too much. A quiet, insinuating voice touches your ear. "I feel your pain, swallow. We will get through this together, I believe in it." And then, transitioning to a whisper, caressing your neck with hot breath, he added. "I will always be here, my brave swallow."

Brave, are you?