[God Quest] by your command

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

Jack can almost taste blood with how hard he realises he's been biting his cheek, waiting for Safrin's thoughts to inevitably tilt the fulcrum of his magic into complete overdrive. Hopefully she won't be offended that he's almost grimacing as she first appears, an expression that's an instinctive and all too mortal response to expected pain. It's one that fades completely to feel not the overwhelming cacophony of her blessed existence, but... enough. Enough to understand, enough to process without losing himself.

Letting out a breath he hasn't realised he's been holding, Jack blinks up at the goddess, quiet and docile as the unicorn he'd butchered. "As you wish," he replies, rising carefully to his feet (just in case that's when all of her thoughts hit him at once) and drawing his dark shirt over his head, hanging it off a nearby statuette. His boots and pants follow, until Jack is naked but for his faint bruises, his scars, and the tattoos the goddess has placed upon him so far.