Grace placed the girl on the ground like she wanted, then spent some time in silent contemplation. The God's answer gave her a lot to consider and opened many possibilities. She wasn't sure how to feel about Shaiolesh and Nor, but decided that as long as the God wasn't trying to kill her charge, it was an issue she could live with.

[I]I thank you for your patience, Great One, and for teaching me what I lack. I have much to think on when a moment of peace presents itself.[/i] Grace had begun to view the God of Caverns in a less suspicious light, though she realized it was only acting in its own self interest. They weren't driven to to revenge or megalomania, instead being content to live and share the world, much like Grace herself. Satisfied, the Golemancer allowed her thoughts to return to her surroundings as the faraway rumble of thunder tapered off.

"For now, we'll rest. We should be far enough down that no other gods can get to us." She stopped and trailed her hand against one wall of the cave, causing it to balloon outward. Glowing crystals grew from the walls, lighting up a modest space that began to take shape as a room. A stone bench extended from one wall, quickly growing moss cushions. Nearby, a stone basin caught water pouring from a Crack in the wall before allowing it to drain. Soft Moss beds sprang into growth, filling the room with a dull earthy scent. The space wasn't extravagant, but Grace was only just learning to use her new strength. Decades of sculpture carving had helped her visualize the effect, but she was still amazed that not only stone, but all that belonged to the deep responded to her call.