[ Truly and completely messed up. Maybe Bruno should save them further awkwardness by simply leaving or saying nothing else or... but that'd make him a poor host, even if his guest was an unwanted one at first. He breathes out a sigh and steps past the warming camp stove to the balcony banister and turns. He slides down to sit with his back against it, near where Set is, and draws his ruana up around him, close. He comes with a blanket already attached, thankfully. ]

Yeah, well, and I'm a prophet who only sees bad things, but you don't have to believe me, either. [ He is, though. ] I'm... look, I'm sorry. Caring about other folks is the right thing to do. That's how my own family works, kind of. The people in the village always came first...

[ Typically at the detriment of the Madrigals themselves but such is the self-imposed burden of their miracle. ]

I guess I'm just worried about Jonas, too. If. If you mean that, that you're looking out for him, then... thank you. It's. It's better than I can do. For anyone, really.

[ Since he's definitely not a god himself. He's small, he's nervous, twitchy. Who's he going to help? ]

And, eh, if you say you're a god, then. I dunno. It's scary that a god can die and end up here, isn't it? Instead of just choosing to be here and then leaving again when you want to?