:Mortals are made by other mortals, who are their parents and bring them up from when they are mortal babies. And Leareth designed you and I figured out your power source, so we made you together, sort of like that:

A sense of plucking that up, trying it on at a few angles. :babyhuman : parents :: babygod :: ___: Pause, figuring out what to slot into that space. :Builder-creator-shaper. Parents. Belrun&Leareth?:

:Yes. With lots of help, of course:

Acknowledgement. Gratitude, and another emotion that doesn't quite map to a human one, but - desire to grow-as-intended, to fill-its-promises, to spread out into that diverging shining road-of-possible-futures and make it good because - it's not really causal, it's backward of that, but it sort of is, because that's what Leareth made it for. 

:I will be so proud of you:

Happy hopeful anticipation!! (Also still nervous but a brighter, cleaner kind.) 

Awwwww <3

Gratitude that Belrun came and talked to it. 

:I'm glad I could help:

Leareth pokes his head in the door. :Are you nearly done? I was going to go get ready for bed: 

"Coming." :Bye:

Metaphorical wave. 

Leareth takes her hand. :So, productive conversation?: 

:We're its parents:

:I suppose in a sense we are! What does it think of that?: 

:It seems pleased about it:

:Aww. Well, I for one am feeling like a very proud parent right now: 

:Me too:

Leareth kisses his proud god-coparent and scoops her up so they can head to bed. 

:I wasn't really expecting to somehow manage to have kids after everything!:

:I know, right! It is very pleasing though: Pause. :One kid. I am not doing all of this a second time: 

:No? Never? We're immortal:

Chuckle. :I suppose we will see. But not for at least a thousand years: 

:Okay, if you say so:

:Maybe someday our god will make itself a successor and then we can have grandchildren. Can you imagine?: