"I will bring you back your divinity. It will take time and you have to be patient but I WILL return you to your former self!"

He panted, almost expecting to be struck down and killed— Fuck, he needs to relax; otherwise, the shop will react badly to his emotions... He really should sever the tie.

Honestly, Chymeri expected it to be curious and maybe even excited by this whole thing but seeing Amo so scared...

He felt really responsible for this terror and misery, guilt eating at him.

"Just tell me and I'll try my best to lessen your discomfort." He said to it, sighing, "...I'm sorry."

"...I'll bring you back, I promise." He whispered, squeezing its hands again, so small and delicate compared to his calloused ones, "I will protect you so please, don't hurt yourself. Don't be afraid. I won't let anything happene to you."

He immediately kneeled by it and pulled the person in his arms, checking for its breathing, its pulse(?), anything to indicate their state—

"...wake up, please..." Chymeri mumbled, mind racing back and forth between the present and the past.

He really doesn't like dealing with gods.

And Chymeri froze, the throat singing pausing as the cauldron infront of him began to bubble and shake the moment he stopped.

His eyes were wide and he gasped shakily, snapping his eyes back to the cauldron before moving to cover it—

It exploded with a strong scent that could pull apart a god.

Or was it just to soothe? It felt like it was for something deeper though, something darker and perhaps, the man is off being a witch than a simple shopkeep today?

Entering the path further into the shop, there was a low rhythmic sound and it sounded almost like a throat call, chanting.

+ mortal like him 'mad from the revelation'.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, o cosmic entity? What should I call you? I fancy myself an explorer of the infinite cosmos, but I do confess I never expected to encounter an 'infinite cosmos' quite so literally."

It's an optimistic outlook.

" I'd ask what brings somebody like you out here but... I guess it's actually me that showed up unannounced huh... Sorry about that, if it startled you. "

" I'm just a funky little vagabond... I won't cause any trouble here, pinky promise! "

"...Chymeri." The man said truthfully, rather tempted to give a false name at first but he decided not to cause a ruckus about it, taking the bill and easily passing back the change. He's not about to steal from a deity.

"Will that be all?" He asked, bagging the items and glancing over.

Not that it matters much, his shops goes anywhere and everywhere so all kinds of currency is welcome. From the most primitive form of exchange, trading, to the recent dollar, peso, rupiah, yen, euro, etc.

...right now, he honestly doesn't care much about how much the god will give.