[Bless Quetzalcoatl for being so head empty, and also for her divine hugs. Liem leans into the hug just a little more, since he so rarely has the pleasure and she is so clearly enthusiastic to bestow it. It’s a shame their aspects aren’t closer together, or he might use the excuse of discord to accept her bright, sunshine-y hugs more often.

Anyway, they should both feel proud of besting a bird that was easily big enough to have eaten either of them. It’s only fair to take victories when they come. When Quetz pulls back, Liem regards the sunstone with a pensive look, his eyes falling on the areas where her fingers had dug into the rock to grip it previously.]

If you get it to somewhere the stone can be rolled instead, and we can get below somewhere sheltered, I can repair the, ah, damage you had to do to lift it. As long as the damaged areas stay small.

[He seems apologetic that he can’t help more with moving it, considering this is turning out to be such a big hassle…]