His resurrectee has torn bits of her hair out. She's... Decompressing.

Eventually she asks if the god might change her face and hair so she is not recognized, and not to tell people she is resurrected. "I'm done. I did my work. I don't want to be praised, it needed doing, but now I am done."

...Also, is he watching the Neuroi?

He gives her the ability to change her appearance at will. Seems nicer than trying to pick something for her.

And yes, he's paying a little bit of attention to the Neuroi, what are they up to?

The Unity Mother flies off thankfully.

Some of them have left their homeworld scattering in all directions but 'toward Earth'. They continue to consume the system and produce immense quantities of tiny drones. The planets are pretty much gone. The star will take a while.

The Neuroi are weird. But none of them are praying to him, so he can't help them with the weird things they are doing, even if he wanted to, which he is not at all sure he does. He grants more prayers.

Days pass. People the world over grieve and start to rebuild.

Weeks pass. Old tensions are starting to flare up without the Neuroi there to present a bigger threat. Political arguments erupt. Violence, in some places.

The Neuroi are now consuming some two hundred and twenty stars, producing innumerable tiny drones. There are no more of the big, actually smart ones.

Valentine makes an excellent clerk. He keeps quiet about his knowledge of the suddenly appearing deity. Tries praying a few times, even though it has never, ever worked for him.

The nameless god keeps an eye on the Neuroi in case they start bothering anyone. He gently discourages violence. He grants prayers. This world is going to be a lot nicer than it used to be.

The Neuroi have caught on to the idea of the god. They do something sufficiently close to praying that he can pick it up - though their minds are truly alien. It doesn't really come in words.

The biggest feature of their 'prayers' are thaty are afraid of the end state of the universe: Where even stars and black holes fade to nothingness. They explain themselves, sort of. They were driving the humans to use this strange witch magic creatively. Productively. They're glad, for an alien version of glad, that it's no longer necessary what with a God around.

They ask the god not to exterminate them. They want Neuroi-specced cornucopias that create mass from nothing. They want to return to the state they were in several million years ago, which amounts to 'not 'insane even by alien standards''.

...huh. Okay, sure. The Neuroi can have some stuff. If they're not going to bother anybody with it then why not, after all.