Rin took any and all suggestions in his stride, the customs of this world were still very alien to him and deep down he wanted to respect and honour them as much as he could. Here, especially, in Darien's domain. Now more than ever. He was questioned, offered aid, gently stopped by those who sought words from him, and just generally urged into interacting. Theryn did not mind one bit, and why should he? He had always been an outgoing individual, even as a child, he loved to be among people, especially those who kept the heart of the city flowing seamlessly.
He was even fairly happy to answer their questions, though he spoke back to them in Basic, not having picked up on their tongue yet, and as a result left some level of mystery in his wake. This God would speak to them directly, it would seem, but it was up to them to try and figure out the meaning for now.
Soon he found himself in the Temple, where he was asked if he needed to draw blood in order to further his atonement. He declined, he was not there for punishment and doing such was a step too far. He knew that Darien would most definitely not approve, and at any rate he was a Prince, here he was a God, he was not doing this to lower himself, he was doing it for Dari, because he wanted to. Because he cared.
Instead of bringing them blood, he blossomed up fresh flowers and vining fruits which gently curled around the Temple's pillar, a bounty for them to share and a subtle reminder that he was, in fact, Lysius. It was time for Theryn to start acting the part, even as he carried yoke after yoke's worth of water back and forth.
He was glad when the tub was full. He'd set into it fragrant soaps which formed vast mountains of bubbles atop the water itself, and within he scattered his favourite pink petals. Then and only then did he return to Darien with the necklace in hand.
The man did not fight him on the symbolism of the necklace, which surprised him. It even looked to surprise Darien too, if his shift in expression was anything to go by. He would honour the necklace, and that caused Rin's heart to leap and beat frantically. "Thank you, my petal" he said, just as he lifted him up and cradled him gently.
Rin hummed as they headed out of the garden and toward the bathhouse. Hummed until he felt Darien's gaze upon him, and heard those words drifting upward.
"I wish to tend to you" he reminded Darien, gently as he could without giving in so much as an inch of his conviction. No, Theryn was adamant about this. "Please don't worry your pretty little head about it. I am the Crown Prince of Aurum, petal, I do what I do because I want to." He wasn't used to being told what to do, though he did always listen to counsel and reason.
The bathhouse was steamy and warm as they entered. Quiet, too, you could hear the soft trickle of water from a vertical fountain set into one of the walls, but beyond that nothing. Rin brought him over to a plush stool he'd commandeered and gently set the man down into it. Any remaining clothes he could remove from Darien without disrupting his modesty was taken from him gently as he could, reverently even.
"I want you to relax, Dari-Darling, Take as long as you need." He stroked the man's cheek, and then the Valkyri rose up and turned his back so that Darien could finish undressing. He might have left entirely, but Rin wanted at the very least to wash the man's hair. More, if he was permitted. He wouldn't push it though, he did not want to undermine Darien's bodily autonomy or comfort.