Well. That happened. The many eyes that had appeared when she caught fire start to close again, vanishing as they do. Julien feels like he should probably have some strong reaction, but just now he really can't.

The egg is lovely, though, in both hues and shape. Julien has a sudden unbidden desire to clean it off and care for it. "Does it need to be kept warm?"

Immediately he puts his hand to his forehead and with his bird mouth says "I am not sitting on it."