The remark of a giant fuck-all mountain man draws a breathy bark of laughter from him. Jayce sticks relatively close to the water's edge, comfortably standing without needing to tread. His smile naturally fades into a thoughtful part of his lips, teeth barely visible as she describes The Lady of the Skies. She...

"Sounds like a combination of two of ours," as he naturally includes Viktor when speaking of Runeterra. Jayce reaches into his small leather bag of supplies for his bar of soap. "Janna. She's a... spirit or goddess, depending on who you ask, and she's associated with the wind and the downtrodden. Not death, though. That's..."

His reflection in the water looks blankly at him. Jayce disrupts it with a dunk of his soap. "That's Kindred. Well--" he works his hair into a lather, "--okay, three, so-- Kindred's two sides to the same coin."

Never one without the other.

"The legend goes that Death was lonely, so he took an axe and cleaved himself down the middle. So... Kindred. The Eternal Hunters."

Despite the subject of death -- despite his own experience with it -- he speaks with a sort of detached reverence, different from the casual, borderline positive tone he'd spoken with Janna. Status: It's Complicated.