He lets out a sigh that is part grumble. He could probably overcome his new, corporeal form easily, but that would rather trample on the hero's wish, wouldn't it?

His eyes crack open and he stares at the river flowing merrily near them. "If you really miss me so much, I suppose I could postpone my return to the aetherial sea for a little while," he says grudgingly. "But you will keep those nosy scholars away from me."

Reluctant though he sounds, he cannot help a small feeling of anticipation. A chance to travel again - although it won't be with the Azem of old.