Rohan didn't feel reassured by that in the slightest.
"Light work…" He repeated flatly, then looked down at his hands again. His fingers flexed useslessly, still pale and ordinary, still lacking even a trace of his strength that he'd acquired for himself in the Origin Realm.
A small part of him was relieved that this wasn't a side effect of this whole universe, and only Hestia's small realm. He had no clue how long it would take before he'd be able to go back to his own universe, so this was a relief.
"That's a horrifying thing to hear when I'm the one it's being done to."
Hestia's expression didn't shift much at Rohan's reply. A tiny glimmer did manifest in her eyes that told him she was at least aware of how dangerous her statement sounded.
"Would you rather I lied?"
Rohan stared at her. "…No."
"Then no further understanding is needed, it is as simple as that."
