Lennon grins as she wraps a leg around one of the wires holding the trapeze up and she spins. “Why thank you,” she winks. “Is that what you saw?” she wonders aloud, no longer angry, just curious. 

Zenith purses her lips and she kisses Little Geb’s head. “Mommy’s sorry, but your going back into stone.” The goose squawks in response, and Zenith sighs. “We’ll come back for you, I promise.” She nods at Barry solemnly. “Do it.”