A vending machine of potions, apparently a common enough sight in the wilderness for those used to it, reminds us that Xerxes was not free to go outside until he was in his twenties. A feeling of awe inspired by the unknown is not the same as naivety.
I try to give them dimension and put as much love into their development as possible. They are people too, and I hope my readers like seeing them strip as much as they like hearing them speak (or sign, in Xerxes' case).
More soon.