Seriously touched by the gesture, Goldy's features soften even more. She accepts the toy with one of the sincerest smiles that has ever graced her face.

"Aw. Thank you, darling. Mommy likes bears."

"Very much."

It's not like a millennium's worth of locked up maternal instincts are suddenly bursting free. But it's a start. Where it goes from here remains to be seen...

The Fable ushers her child out of bathroom then starts to leave herself. As an afterthought she turns on her heel and returns to the fallen god's side.

A hand is silently offered to him.