Moonspear shed your skin and expose your bones

And as though on cue, the others began to stir. Except for Atlas—Dirge was certain that his ability to endure all came distinctly from Hydra. Or maybe it was truly from him and that nonchalant manner of simply taking them as they were. So the world quivered and trembled and shifted around them—what of it? What could they do? The thought that perhaps the still-sleeping son considered such crossed his mind and was gone, chased away by the uncertainty held so tightly in Osiris's voice.

"Only to the pile you were sleeping on," he offered, jokingly as much as it was to reassure. Antares had grumbled something in the midst but it went loosely acknowledged; he beckoned Vega closer instead, not quite ready to rise up and join the motion that was beginning its gentle undertakings. He stretched a forelimb out towards her, his tail sweeping lazily across the leaf litter.

"Your mother is out for the time being," he purled to them, "what ever shall we do?"