"So am I." He'd given it a try at any rate. He kept giving his heart to people just not right enough for him. Maybe he'd find the Serpent and ask Quetzalcoatl how all this was supposed to go.

He stepped back and let out a long sigh. This was painful and awkward and he'd rather be somewhere else. "It was good seeing you. If you desire," he paused then, "aid or your things just follow the hummingbirds. They will lead you to me." He meant the painted ones, but didn't think to point that out.

He went to walk past her, unsure of everything and feeling that jab of pain again. He didn't much enjoy it.