[ Her head dips, but Jaye doesn't comment further on that train of thought -- she misses Coyote far too much, sees him now in the red smile that teases them because it's the closest she can get, and isn't that sad? The question, that's familiar, that's easy. ]

Whatever he needs me to do, really. The gods in my world live among the mortals -- they're closer to their sources of power then, can influence the world more, even if most people don't know they exist. Coyote's pretty good at blending in [ a bit of pride, there; of course he is ] but some of the others are pretty crap at it. That's why they started picking people to work for them in the first place -- to help them blend in.