When Liem sees Meteion start to drag the soldier over to prop them up in the corner, he crouches automatically to assist her. Perhaps the bird-like girl has strength beyond what her size would indicate, but it still seems thoughtless to expect her to drag a full-sized person around by herself.

“I have heard this legend as well,” he agrees, looking back up at Tristan. “Though not from the Regent. The last time we were called to Venera, I lingered for a time to track down historical information. That is how I came to learn of your patron aion.

“Though I heard that they were killed generations ago.”