He gave his daughter a grin, but let her flee before she got too embarrassed. He simply shrugged at Jashah, still heading to the labs. "I have had enough of both of those for near two millennia Jashah. Ve'akama'len is drained to the dregs, and my divine spark is also. What is not drained is my magic, which is still the same as it was despite the other drains. I am combat capable, despite the 'weight' of my body currently."