Strange that a name might seem like a burden. [ It's a curious thing, but she understands it in ways. Things she's learned over time, reasons behind not giving names. There's power in names, for one. She's always so careful about giving Paimon's away, for one. ] So I can give you a name?

[ There's a small inhale at that in surprise; certainly it feels like big responsibility to do something like that. It's... admittedly not the first time she's come across something like this. ]

I knew someone once who didn't have a name at all, so I gave him one so I could call him something. [ There's a hint of a smile. ] I picked the colour 'Phthalo' for him. Would a colour suit for you?

[ There's a nod of understanding, quelled by the mention of there being no immediate threat. That's something at least. But it seems to be a bit of a sore subject — asking for something nicer to talk about. Not that she'll pry any further; it's his business. There's a rueful smile as she inhales, shrugging. ]

There's often hardly anything pleasant to talk about, considering this place. [ The last few months have been particularly difficult. But January seems to be a little calmer, kinder and — considering where they are now: ] Although it's nice Moon Presence has come down to the ground.

[ She turns her head for a moment to look up at the slumbering god behind them, smiling softly. There's a small hum of affection before she asks: ]

Do you know much about her?