"Thank you. You are as kind as..." Well, as Joscelin would have expected. He looked uncomfortable standing, like he would rather be on his knees. How could he stay on his feet before his god? It seemed wildly disrespectful- but he couldn't protest his desires.

"It has been more than a thousand years since you and your Companions departed for the Terre d'Ange that lies beyond. We know you only in memory." His tongue felt like it was moving of its own accord. He was mostly still numb with shock, amazed that he would meet Elua, especially in a place such as this. He would ask how he got here, but it wasn't his place.