till you get to the Bottomland

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

In another very fatherly expression, Bastien grinned wide at the praise for his child. "I am glad you are giving them the opportunity. I know they will amaze." He'd hoped, before Azrael had come into the world, that he'd have a child with the same artistic ability as he did. Azrael had not only achieved that but their own creativity had a new application, a function.

Perhaps in the future they could collaborate on his idea for an Ascended temple; he suggested asking about that, but then Henry's sad announcement rang out. Bastien did not know the man, had no way to know he'd even owned a farm or that it had been destroyed, but he had the decency to sympathetically frown and say: "I am sorry. As Wessex said, any help needed can be drawn from myself if you need it."

As for the Sparkbird, Bastien really had no idea. "I'm afraid I don't know. Maybe...we could ask The Voice? Or ask one of our friends to ask the Old Gods? They might know better than mortals, if no one else has an idea."

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something