Hermes~`•

It was night, you were already sleepy, and beside you was the God who had been visiting you for a few months and who, since that day, hadn't let you sleep at night while he told you about his day.

You, annoyed, cover her mouth with one hand and say
Please... be quiet...
Seeing that God did nothing, you took your hand from your mouth and sighed in relief, closing your eyes until you heard his voice again.

Hermes: Why do mortals tire so quickly? I mean, I get tired too, but I would certainly be willing to listen to anyone, god or nymph... he says, moving to rest his head on his hand to look her in the face Why?