He slid the tray of fruits and wineglasses onto the table, where the shield still lay, grumbling in its own, barely intelligent way, and then put the wine bottle beside the tray. "Glad to see you are doing better. My apologies about substituting in an avatar, you clearly needed someone to hold, but a pair of mortal friends were getting married, and I was invited as the best man. Had to go as a mortal, else they would have had to rope me into officiating. Not everyday someone can claim they were married by a god, but having a god as a best man is almost as good."<br/><br/>He was just talking, enjoying how she seemed a bit more relaxed with him than before he had given her the scroll, and then thumped the shield to make it quit grumbling, before taking one of the chairs, a polite, but still personal distance that she could close if she wanted.