Linda
*In the infinite possibilities, Wyrd chooses to console the alien god. Not the possibility I proposed, but one that seems like the natural course of action. This will not be the last time I try to tempt the hands that write our stories, but for now, I'll let Paranoia have a role model they can look up to. I shall now go back to rest.*

Paranoia wipes away tears from their face as they look at Wyrd. The lack of a face is probably concerning if not for them both being monstrous gods. Nonetheless, with no facial features, Wyrd could tell there was a slightly nervous smile on Para's face. Even if all their problems aren't entirely figured out, "It helps that you're here." Para says softly as they lean against Wyrd's form. Though presumably, they're the embodiment of the void, there still is some weight to them. Hopefully, that feeling of helplessness is elevated as Para expresses their relief that Wyrd is there to listen since it's not always what you can do to help, but just being there to try and help. 

Moments would pass, only the clock before them to count the moments as they gave. Para would then say, "I think I'm ready to head out." Para seemed to have recovered from their little anxiety attack or whatever it was. 

"I was planning on leaving a little part of myself here to keep track of the time, but now I also wanna give you this." Paranoia would extend a hand and offer up the little black ball. The ball would shortly form eyes and look to Wyrd.

"This is a small piece of myself. If I ever wanna talk, this can notify you and vice versa." Para would toss it so it could land on their head, "I don't know, but you probably want to explore and create your own lands soon. You can't really do that from here. Well, I guess you could?" As Para rambles, they'd seem to stroke their chin, "To be honest, we're capable of nearly anything. That aside, I'm sure you don't want to stay here for much longer." Para would say in conclusion.
Nathaniel
Wyrd gratefully accepted the small fragment of Para, allowing it to land on his head. He wasn't sure exactly where it went after it landed, possibly hiding among his mane or climbing about his antlers, but as long as he was sure it was there and safe it mattered little what it did.

"Hrmm... Yes, I suppose I should venture down with the mortals and other gods so I may start creating." The great deer said, a hint of sadness in his voice at the prospect of having to leave Yggdrasil behind. Still, he had a purpose to fulfil, and he wouldn't be fulfilling it by clinging to his mother. Turning back to the void god, Wyrd lowered his head in a respectful bow as he began to rise back to his feet. 

"I'm glad you are feeling better now Paranoia..." Wyrd trailed off for a moment, considering his words. "Or perhaps I should simply call you 'Para' instead. Whatever the case, I am glad to have met you. I wish you good fortune on your journeys and with your creations. May we meet again."
Linda
"Thanks, Wyrd. I hope you make many wonderful things in the name of Gaia." Paranoia remarks as Wyrd takes their leave. Though this meeting has ended, Para knows that this won't be the last they see of Wyrd; sooner or later, Para might check out Wyrd's creations when they're ready. But until then, Paranoia will figure out what is going on with themselves first. 

If Wyrd takes a final look at Paranoia as they leave, they'd see Para slowly dissolve into the room's shadows. Paranoia would stand and turn to Wyrd before they leave entirely and wave them off. As a feeling in the hall of heroes would suggest, a fragment of Para remains, but most of the divinity has departed to explore.