[ As Liem presses up along the cocoon, it seems as though the combined weight of their bodies leaves a dent in the surface — only for a split to form right between them, where all the vines and substance within have pressed up along the interior of the pod. It ruptures like an overripe fruit, immediately sluicing down between the two of them as a pale arm shoves its way out through the gap. The dark lines of the Savant's spoke-wheel mark upon the back of the hand make it a little more obvious, that it belongs to Set.
( The fact that Quetzalcoatl's ehēcacōzcatl necklace is wound around the wrist too, might also help. ) ]
ykw theyre both leaning on the Pod™ it's slimetime
( The fact that Quetzalcoatl's ehēcacōzcatl necklace is wound around the wrist too, might also help. ) ]