Once rescued me from sharks on a god hunting expedition on the Moroccan Steppe through the deceptively simple expediency of reminding them that they couldn’t swim on land.
I was both extremely impressed and pathetically grateful, attached as I am to my limbs and being somewhat unkeen on losing them to misguided piscenes.
Later that day I bagged myself the matched pair of lesser spotted Mesopotamian deities, who adorn the mantlepeice in my library to this day.