[Her smile is patient and a little demeaning in how very unbothered she is by his questions or statements - as if humoring a child that she's very fond of. But she does not enforce that with words or action, in that, it's a show of some respect to withhold from booping him on the nose or the like. ]

It's no wonder you mortals think we speak in riddles when it's your mind that twists everything you hear. My sun will never not be what it is, regardless of all else. No mortal can change that.

[For a second, she tilts her head in thought, curious how to answer him in this moment.]

I do believe we have a great number of eyes on us tonight, fawn, how about giving them a show?