[ She’s surprised again, but without any hesitation whatsoever, Quetzalcoatl wraps her arms tightly around him and holds him close. Her hold is strong and protective, and she radiates the not-quite-natural warmth that matches her sunny personality. Even without the full authority of her divinity, there is something about being held like this that just feels safe. ]

Mm, you can’t.

[ She agrees gently, then leans her own head against his to complete the protective gesture. The vision that Set shared (unintentionally, she thinks, proud as he is) was a horror, even if she doesn’t understand the true depth of it. It’s an image that will stick with her too. It’s not the roots, the green, but just the look on the specter’s face. Whatever the story behind it, it almost didn’t matter to her. Just seeing how it reaches into the depths of the otherwise unshakeable war god’s heart is enough. ]

So, stay here with me, yes? If he can follow you, then I’ll be the hurricane that shields you.

[ It’s more metaphor than reality here in Kenos, but still perfectly serious. Her words are soft and gentle, but as Set knows better than most others in Kenos, Quetzalcoatl could be ruthless and wild. A comparison to a great, destructive storm is a fair one if it was something she took seriously, and there’s little she takes more seriously than to look out for those she cared more deeply for. It’s also why she punctuates her words by placing a kiss at the crown of Set’s head. ]

Come winds, come lightning, and you’ll always be safe in the center of my storm. It's an oath I swear to you, okay?