I would certainly expect there to be side effects you wouldn't want to speak of, even as quickly and as largely intact as you were. Especially with a god involved.

[A breath is taken, held for a moment, and exhaled as a sigh. In spite of the smell of the sea that permeates this place, the underlying smell of (not home; Vane hadn't smelled like old stone and moss for decades before he'd even died) ruins remains strongly enough that he feels nostalgic for a moment.]

...I'd almost say you were luckier than I was in that regard, if I didn't know how much it can hurt to be called terrible things when you're unused to it.

[Narrowing his eyes at the sea, he darkly mutters:] Even when you are used to it.