put yourself first for him

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

As the familiar voice rang out, Amun turned with a smile of his own. He returned Sam's wave. Laughing, the potter glanced over his shoulder at the guild hall. "Hey Red. And yes, it's true. I am the proud new owner of a used guild." Shaking his head, he looked back at the mapmaker.

Zhanshi swam through the earth towards the other man. Amun stepped forward and wagged a finger at the landshark. "No biting." Glancing up, the potter grinned. "It's his main way of interacting with the world," he apologized to Sam. The companion snapped his jaw's in the air to punctuate the point.

Straightening up, Amun put his hands on his hips. "So. Did you come back to the Hollowed Ground for the Voice's cure?" At the mention of their goddess his smile deepened, suffused his entire body with joy and reverence.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid