[ — honestly, he doesn't know what he expects, as he comes to. But, to find anyone there waiting is not chief among them.
The vines that encircle him as he sags from the pod fray from far too many places upon him; each spot he had driven a weapon, they wither and fall from as he feels the cocoon give way under wrenching hands. Hears the muffled sound of familiar voices. A vine falls from his throat, and he can still feel the dull ache lingering. Whatever had been done to him to dissipate, it was numerous in nature and violent.
He sags out of the cocoon, hips still stuck inside, and weakly lifts his head to look up through soggy, red hair at the pair helping him out. There is — abject disorientation, almost disbelief, to find Liem and Quetzalcoatl there, and then there is a flicker of satisfaction. Hehehe, get gooped on, you two. He rasps, hoarse and thin: ] — oh. Boo?
[ As soon as Set looks up towards them, Quetzalcoatl’s eyes are already filling up with tears. It’s probably not much of a surprise with just how earnest and open she is with everything, but it’s also the only warning that Set gets before she throws her arms around his shoulders tightly to hug him. Sticky and all. She makes one loud sound of crying out that’s a mixture of deep relief and just a little bit of upset annoyance, but it’s mostly the first. ]
Eres un idiota, but I’m so glad to see you!! Set!!
[ It’s a true “WAAA” kind of cry too as she holds him and just openly, unashamedly wails. ]
[Had Liem expected to find Set’s cocoon so close to the time of his emergence, he would have brought a towel or something, to address the sticky sap that is now slopped all over all three of them (but still mostly Set). All they have on-hand is the handkerchief that he already gave Quetz, which is nowhere near big enough to deal with an entire person’s worth of gooey mess. He was… not thinking ahead, clearly.
As the sun god throws her arms around Set’s emerging torso, Liem remains kneeling where he is, letting Quetz deliver hugs and tears and insults for the both of them. It’s for the best, considering he is not an especially demonstrative man. He doesn’t feel the need to turn this into a wet group hug, even if he is glad to again see Set living and whole.]
You gave us a little scare, [he says, an afterthought to Quetz’s wailed admonishment-slash-welcome.] We didn’t know where you’d gone.
[ Everything hurts, courtesy of his own choices that lead him to dissipate in the first place. Wielding an arsenal against oneself left its mark, the bone-deep exhaustion within him that has him unable to fight back when Quetzalcoatl throws her arms around him and begins to wail. Sap and all, she "WAA'S" her heart out and he seems — well, too tired to resist being snatched into her arms.
The position does let him peer over her bicep towards Liem, looking wrung out and slightly disoriented by the whole thing. His brow knits, eyes narrowing. ]
So, what? You both sat around and... waited? For me?
[ Honestly, that CANNOT be what happened. They probably just happened upon a pod and decided to hedge their bets. ]
[ As Set settles against her, there is a moment when she gives his cheek a quick, fond little kiss. It’s exactly the sort that could be expected from a big sister being reunited with a younger sibling after a long absence, even though it really hadn’t been long at all. But she’d worried, of course. She’d worried in a way that she wouldn’t mention in front of Liem, because it was Set’s dark, tragic story, and she wouldn’t breathe a word of it. But of course when she’d found him at the Last Dance so recently, so raw and open, she couldn’t help but be deeply concerned about him.
Maybe she’d tell him the honest answer another time. Or, more likely, she’d forget about it now that he’s back. At least what she says is also true, though it’s not the main reason at all. ]
Of course—!! Voryn disappeared so recently, I was worried you might have gone missing too! So… Coming to sit here was all I could think of!!
[ Because unlike Liem, she hadn’t actually known that Set was here, but… That little hope had been better than the idea of mourning someone dear to her come and gone. So, she’s relieved! Relieved enough to not fully process what he adds on at the end as she hiccup-cries into his shoulder… He gets to live a little longer before being killed again ]
[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?]
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The vines that encircle him as he sags from the pod fray from far too many places upon him; each spot he had driven a weapon, they wither and fall from as he feels the cocoon give way under wrenching hands. Hears the muffled sound of familiar voices. A vine falls from his throat, and he can still feel the dull ache lingering. Whatever had been done to him to dissipate, it was numerous in nature and violent.
He sags out of the cocoon, hips still stuck inside, and weakly lifts his head to look up through soggy, red hair at the pair helping him out. There is — abject disorientation, almost disbelief, to find Liem and Quetzalcoatl there, and then there is a flicker of satisfaction. Hehehe, get gooped on, you two. He rasps, hoarse and thin: ] — oh. Boo?
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Eres un idiota, but I’m so glad to see you!! Set!!
[ It’s a true “WAAA” kind of cry too as she holds him and just openly, unashamedly wails. ]
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As the sun god throws her arms around Set’s emerging torso, Liem remains kneeling where he is, letting Quetz deliver hugs and tears and insults for the both of them. It’s for the best, considering he is not an especially demonstrative man. He doesn’t feel the need to turn this into a wet group hug, even if he is glad to again see Set living and whole.]
You gave us a little scare, [he says, an afterthought to Quetz’s wailed admonishment-slash-welcome.] We didn’t know where you’d gone.
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The position does let him peer over her bicep towards Liem, looking wrung out and slightly disoriented by the whole thing. His brow knits, eyes narrowing. ]
So, what? You both sat around and... waited? For me?
[ Honestly, that CANNOT be what happened. They probably just happened upon a pod and decided to hedge their bets. ]
I knew what I was doing, all went as planned.
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Maybe she’d tell him the honest answer another time. Or, more likely, she’d forget about it now that he’s back. At least what she says is also true, though it’s not the main reason at all. ]
Of course—!! Voryn disappeared so recently, I was worried you might have gone missing too! So… Coming to sit here was all I could think of!!
[ Because unlike Liem, she hadn’t actually known that Set was here, but… That little hope had been better than the idea of mourning someone dear to her come and gone. So, she’s relieved! Relieved enough to not fully process what he adds on at the end as she hiccup-cries into his shoulder…
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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?]