"Ah," is accompanied by a waggle of his hand near his head, a got-it motion. He rubs his thumb across his lower lip as she explains further, gaze gradually drifting to his reflection in the water. Here, the ripples from Astrid's movement barely reach him.

Jayce tugs his shirt up and over his shoulders. "I'm not familiar with all the deities here," he starts, lying the shirt out flat behind him, "but he sounds respectable. Are there many?"