Well, convincing people they need therapists would be the hard part. Psychiatry doesn't work when the patient is uncooperative.

Our people are very loyal and will definitely obey an order to get therapy, or is that no good either?

...Maybe? I'm not a therapist.

We'll worry about that post-godhood. 

Yeah. Don't have to worry about it yet.

"I am succeeding at not reading your minds," the smol huffs.

"Thanks, Edie. We were discussing how to fix my universe's assumptions about who can be in love and be a parent. Our gods have some silly ideas."

"Your gods are dumb and bad," she nods sagely. "People shouldn't listen to them."

"People should listen to them, not doing that goes badly. People should listen more skeptically."

"Why would not listening to them go badly?"

"They are powerful and can enforce their laws."

"That's bad."

"It's on the list."

"Okay so people should pretend to listen to them up until Odette fixes it."

"Great idea."

"You're lucky to have her."

"And vice-versa," Odette says, kissing his cheek.

"You probably wouldn't have given up the whole war as a waste of time if you'd run into Findarato first but it'd have been a close thing."

"What are you imagining would have happened?"

"Uh, he'd have been extremely condescending and rude and you could use your Sympathy scrying to find out what happened to the previous inhabitants of his palace and you'd conclude Elves were dicks and maybe anyone we called the Enemy had at least good taste in enemies. And then hopefully you'd have encountered some orcs and realized not."

"...Previous inhabitants of his palace?"

"It's a cave system. Thingol gifted it to him. The petty Dwarves used to live there. Now they are extinct."

"He killed them and then gave their home to someone else. I am going to have words with that man if he brings up the word 'Kinslaying' in my presence."

"I don't know that he did it, or did it deliberately. I just figured you'd Sympathy-scry and find out. And the Thindar don't think petty-Dwarves are people anyway."

"I see. Well. Fortunate for our counterfactual selves I don't usually bother past-scrying things without a particular reason."