He nods at that, for it's what he's come to expect by now. It's troubling though, knowing that Erichthonios is from a simpler, happier time, a time when Themis when young himself, eager to impress his associates in the Convocation and where working too hard was his greatest troubles. He looks down a moment but tries not to get weighed down by this reality again.

"And I am much, much older than I appear."

A man grown, more or less. Though he gave his life while still but a youth, he'd pulled himself out of their god fully grown. Looking down at himself, he has to wonder if it is the Warrior of Light and the Crystal Exarch's doing that he appears this way, or if the Lifestream has truly restored him to his purest form.

But he can ponder that later. Perhaps when he's alone. There are more pressing matters...

"We will take this one step at a time, though. Did they tell you where you're staying?"