The feature ends with both women sitting in the healing spring. Gloria’s eyes are closed, recovering. Deeane, still smirking, but softer now, rests a massive hand on Gloria’s shoulder. A tiny bird lands on Deeane’s thumb. She does not flick it off. She watches it breathe.

For one moment, chaos and order become the same thing: peace at scale.

Deeane saves Gloria’s life. It sounds impossible—what could threaten a giantess? An orbital instability. A rogue moon fragment. Deeane, in a rare moment of pragmatic self-interest, takes the hit, shattering her left tibia. Immobile and in agony, Deeane is now smaller than Gloria due to her hunched posture. For the first time, Deeane is vulnerable.