[While Quetz might be too distraught to pick up on what Set had said right away, Liem blinks, and then frowns at the incredulous-sounding pronouncement. All went as planned, says the man currently leaning half out of his rebirth pod, still wet with its sap. There is no one else here save for the three of them, and neither Liem nor Quetz had known what had happened to Set to begin with. He had spoken with others who also had no idea where the god had disappeared off to. Who planted his shard here, supposedly at his behest?]

I knew of no such plan, [he says, his voice as dry as the desert itself.] Hayame simply contacted me, saying you had disappeared, and when my search spread to the Tree, my magic brought me here.

[He punctuates this last word by patting the verdant pod still in the process of disgorging Set like a ripe pea. Though his delivery is patient, frustration lurks behind his rather-too-composed expression. Set had worried them for days about this, and for what?]