[ He shoots her a glance as she speaks before returning his gaze forward, upwards; they're almost at the edge where soil and cup meet open air. It isn't too far now before she should be extricating herself from him, before they should both have their hands in the soil, seeking to make that little hole big enough for them to go through. (Or at least big enough for him to crawl through.) His light follows them up the hill, an ever-present ball of illumination just above their heads, coming up to the top of the cup the further they ascend... ]

Yeah, so that was probably bullshit. [ Not like he's reading her mind there, just drawing from his own experiences. ] Stars're just big balls of plasma. Gods don't have anything to do with them.

[ A beat, as he supports her en route to the top of the hill. As they reach it and he stares down at the soil at their feet, mutters quietly, ] Pretty sure gods aren't a thing, anyway.

[ He blinks up at her. ]

You need any help kneeling back down?

[ Time to dig their way out of here. ]