Finally, the Duke opened his mouth.
"I…I don't think I have enough words to describe how sorry I am to you."
"Saying you're sorry and meaning it would be a good start." Cass cut him off quickly, and the Duke, who had been about to wax poetically about how sorry he was, paused. Cass' expression was flat, hard to read, and the man shifted even more awkwardly.
"I…yes, of course. You're right." The Duke fumbled, clearly not used to being treated this way. Cass didn't care. He was in a particularly strange position. Where the gods needed Cass more than they needed literally anyone else right now. Since the gods were well and truly alive in this world, that left him at a very powerful point.
One where they had intervened once already so that Cass didn't die. Cass wasn't immortal by any means, but they were certainly going to do their best to make sure he didn't die.
