So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it "Well. Maybe it could use some work." He admitted about his plan of resurrection with a shrug. That was a concern for the end of the season, something he was sure he could work out at the time when it was relevant. Besides, offending the Gods was not much of a concern to him; not when he was sure it was all actually in good fun and they really all loved him. Bastien watched as Rexanna came to stand over him, the only part of him that shone through as his usual self his eyes, which were still quick and dark as ever, following her til she sat before him. "Well, of course I can be." He said with his usual pompous confidence, but there was something a little unsure in his voice, something embarrassed and small that Rexanna would only notice because she knew him. As much as Bastien did believe in his own skills, there was some truth to the old wisdom that those who boast are insecure; without his well-sculpted muscles or face he felt naked, and not in the fun way. But Rexanna's promise that they could still travel together made him smile, a truthful one that reached his eyes. "Thank you, tesora. That is...very kind of you. Though I fear you may have to carry me." He laughed, a wrinkled hand going up to push back the remainder of the hair he had. "I suppose this is a grim vision of the future, though I like to think I might be able to age slightly more gracefully than this."