He frowns, because she's not wrong. Where Mystra was involved, he tended to be blind to all else. "If I'm being honest, I'm not sure you wouldn't have hated me anyway, as arrogant and shitty as I was." A word she had used to describe him once before, but he had been so much worse then, an ascending star who had never made any serious mistakes. Absorbing a malicious Netherese orb and becoming a god's UnChosen had been a uniquely humbling experience.

When she reaches for his face only to smooth the tension between his eyebrows, he huffs out a laugh. "See, that's the trouble, I always need to have all of the answers right now. But," he says, pausing so he can angle towards her, look at her when he continues, "I was an abandoned house before you appeared. Shuddered, haunted, and in disrepair. Then you appeared, turned on the lights, cleared the cobwebs, shored the foundation... I'm happier, but that seems a paltry description for all that you do for me." He leans in to kiss her between the eyebrows, the same spot she had smoothed on his face.