"Oh, well, that's good." He rubbed his face once just to be sure, even though he was very sure there was nothing on it. He had a second strong hunch, that one being that she was looking for his power that oozed out of his vessel no matter what he wanted. Ah, the inconvenience of being almighty.

He closed his eyes, trying to sense the water, the dirt - everything. It was a mess. A god-forsaken mess, literally and metaphorically. With a sigh, he opened them again and stared at his shoes. "And you'd have to do it all at once, too." Even the thought was tiring. "You'd probably need a god or something."