He didn't react, to Ama's voice, or Inari wrapping her arms around him, too tired to care, the exhaustion of the soul shattering emotions leaving him weakly leaning against her, though he shifted to press against Inari as she hugged him. He wasn't and had never been fine, not since his sixteenth birthday and he had come home to his mother's skinned and raped 'corpse,' but he had finally, somehow, let all of it out, and maybe, just possibly, eventually, he would be without the pain and exhaustion he had existed with since then. They understood, finally, why he had said he had functioned, rather than lived, all the pain of coming home and finding his mother like he had, and then going out and brutally murdering and exterminating orcs like he had had destroyed him.<br/><br/>Lloth was quiet in her corner, V'elen compressing her mind, forcing her silence, understanding that its host needed this, even if it didn't understand why. It simply looked on, confusion, and a tiny, microscopic, pea-sized bit of envy coloring the tiniest corner of its existence, before it turned back to the drow goddess, even as its host finally relaxed, exhaustion claiming the humanoid male as it relaxed defenses it had had for centuries without knowing it had had them.