Stella laughs softly as the sleepy god carries her to bed. She cuddles up to him before shortly passing out herself.<br/><br/>Cheryl watches the strange young looking god as he prepares watermelon that wasn't there last night. 'I'm guessing you got your first taste of pregnancy cravings. I helped raise Stella after her mom died of cancer for a bit. She's like one of my own daughter, you know. As such I give you this traditional warning. Break her heart and I break you." She leans against the door frame. Her voice doesn't carry any malice, just stating simple useless fact. "That said, take care of my grand niece or nephews and we'll be good."