[Harlan notices the head scratching, the shifting feet. He's been there. Not quite in this way—his reaction to winding up here was angrier, more violent, all caustic sarcasm and I-couldn't-give-a-fuck, and it made the transition that much harder. A quieter approach will be better in the long run, most likely.

He hops up to sit on the counter.]

This kind of shit is normal where I'm from. I jump between planes all the time, and I've met nastier, stronger shit than these gods. I can't relate to adjusting to this without already knowing it was possible, but I'm here to tell you it's not that weird.

[If it's not that weird, maybe it won't be as scary. This is a normal day for other people out there. When Harlan first came to Hadriel, he was pretty sure he'd just been kidnapped by faeries again.]

Where are you from? I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume magic isn't an everyday thing for you.

[It hasn't been for most of the people he's met here, which is way weirder than the overarching Hadriel situation if you ask him.]