[When Liem sees Quetz grasp the edge of her poncho and lift it to her face, his eyes dart hastily up to look somewhere north of her head — but he isn't quite quick enough with his realization to avoid catching an eyeful of divine tit. A faint, dusty-violet flush touches the delicate planes of his cheeks as he continues steadfastly to stare off into the Tree's depths, keeping his gaze there until the poncho has been dropped back in place.

Clearly, he was wrong to simply pretend nothing was the matter. Even as he returns his gaze to Quetz's puzzled face, pale fingers slide up to his breast pocket so he can retrieve his handkerchief and offer it wordlessly to her. Just in case of further tears.]

I was.

[He's a little surprised that this is news to her. Admittedly he hadn't been terribly public about it, and he'd continued to spend time in both Springstar and Alenroux, but Hayame, Claude, and Set had all known of his defection. He had thought that at least one of them might have made the knowledge more public.]

For a few weeks, at least. I was… forcibly recruited during the Oracle trial, and only returned some few days past.