[He won't ignore just how delicate that touch is, crossing his own gloved hand to rest overtop the god's small grip.]

I won't either, Justice.

[He'll tug his arm gently to redirect their attention back to the desk.]

Here. Maybe we can draw some places around the palace, or things from back home. You can show Ava that you kept her offering. Once we're all done, I can make something to fasten them all together so that she can look at them easily without losing them.

You think we can manage that alright?