Perished in moments prompts a look of immense sympathy and concern from him, but he says nothing. That's one of those weird, uncomfortable things about being divine. So powerful, so durable, and yet put them in the wrong situation and they can be as frail and ephemeral as ice in a bonfire.

In any case, he nods at her conclusion. "I think you must be right, but I can't rest without understanding the mechanics of it all. Satisfaction is not in my nature."

Domesticity might be, though, weirdly enough. "More or less. I can't return to my own world, I fear. I died there, a very final death. It's either stay here or venture into the afterlife, and I...don't want to." For various reasons.