The conversation has begun and is thus, open. If they feel any discomfort in the wake of Lup's apparent awkwardness, the hoofed ocelot certainly makes no indication of it; as placid and attentive as ever, ears flicking towards her voice keenly.

She certainly doesn't wait past offering a few, bare platitudes, does she?

"I suppose this is a fair question, when the gods in your world never seem to sleep." They muse, in an almost idle fashion. "At times, even the gods grow tired with the day to day. The world is forever changing, but change can become just as tedious as any desk job. I was..."

Silence. Slowly, their gaze rests upon her, eyes significantly older than anything else in this dream. Even her.

"Tired. A factor that would not benefit anyone. Change was required. I rested in order to allow both myself and this world the distance to be involved again, as a benefit, and not a burden."