He followed her out into the rain, though oddly enough, every time a drop would hit him, it just seemed to vanish. Regardless, he opened up his umbrella for appearance's sake, too. He followed behind the two greatest loves of his life, watching them arm in arm, but also watching everyone else on the street. His eyes scanned anyone who even happened to glance at them. It was as if Rey and Finn were in colour and the rest of the world was grey. He scanned it for dangers but otherwise let his heart follow them and care only a very little bit about anything else.

"The whole world changes quickly," Poe murmured as they walked, eyes barely glancing over the traffic as it passed. "There are places I haven't seen since electricity was invented. But it's hard to avoid London for too long, considering how much of our dwindling worship is centered here."

Way too many people into tarot or astrology - which was where the greek pantheon tended to find it's casual followers, these days. And the British Museum stored so much art of them that he could probably feel where it was, from here, even if he closed his eyes. The awareness that it caused--

Not the focus of today.