[Liem isn’t sure how he feels about Quetz’s lack of nervousness about napping in a place as publicly accessible as the Tree of Life. Sure, she is a goddess — but he recalls that she was one of the people in Meridian to get dissipated during the earlier portion of the Blight outbreak. And here she is next to Set’s cocoon, where his regenerating body is tucked snugly away. Clearly even the Divinities among Meridian’s number are not immune from danger, if the circumstances swing the right way.
Well. He’s no threat, so there isn’t any reason to get put out about it. He blinks, glances at the humped growth that she’s been leaning against.]
I came to find him.
[Set, he means. He assumes that she knows whose cocoon she was napping next to. Having found what he was looking for, Liem approaches until he can kneel down in the moss next to the pod, noting how thick and lush the greenery seems to be around it. There’s no sense at all of the person sleeping within; he hopes Set is having good dreams.]
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Well. He’s no threat, so there isn’t any reason to get put out about it. He blinks, glances at the humped growth that she’s been leaning against.]
I came to find him.
[Set, he means. He assumes that she knows whose cocoon she was napping next to. Having found what he was looking for, Liem approaches until he can kneel down in the moss next to the pod, noting how thick and lush the greenery seems to be around it. There’s no sense at all of the person sleeping within; he hopes Set is having good dreams.]
Were you the one who planted him here?