[ Matt's doing pretty well over the roots. Being barefoot helps; his toes flex on the strange, ancient bark. He comes to a brief halt when Tezcatlipoca turns to point at him, spine straightening.

He remains in that anticipatory pose for a moment, eyebrows climbing gently as Tezcatlipoca's gaze starts to travel down. But when the question comes, he relaxes. ]

Oh. [ A crooked smile. ] No, not at all--it's an honor. Which I could have led with. [ He pauses thoughtfully, wondering how best to explain. ] I guess, where gods and spirits are concerned, I've been exploring for a long time. And I don't have solid proof, because how would you even define solid proof with something that's supposed to be contingent on belief, but I feel like when I reach out or ask for help ... something usually answers.