It was strange how things that seemed so set in place could turn on their head and surprise people. This was almost certainly the case in this instance. Ever since he and Gilly had first met, out in the wastes beyond the walls of the Sanctuary, they had been at each other's necks. Melkanai had felt hatred towards Gilly such as he had never felt before in his short life. He had despised her every action, her attitude towards life, the silly things she said on a regular basis and lastly, and perhaps most importantly, the way she had treated him. Farqual had done it's best to bring their conflict to a head by having them fight one another. The illusions cast that day had almost been enough to end both of their lives. Somehow though, they had survived, and Melk had even found it within himself to stop Gilly from taking her own life. Even though Gilly had never known that it had been him who had saved her, it didn't matter. Unless she brought it up, then there was no need to speak about that particular experience ever again. Now, here he was, sat on the forest floor with Gilly's arm around him. How things had changed. Their experiences had hardened them in some ways, but had softened in others. This, and more Melk mused as the harlequin responded to his question, stating that though she was a lesbian, she did think he was fit. "That means a lot to me." Melk responded in a grateful voice before he found himself not only being kissed on the cheek, but also having his hair ruffled. That maybe was a little too much, but Melk didn't say as much, deciding that it was better to prolong the moment while it lasted. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by goings on. With Gilly wiping his cheek in the spot where she had kissed him, Melk smiled at her weakly, before gently shrugging his shoulders to let her know to remove her arm. "I feel much better now, thank you Gilly." Once Gilly had removed her arm, Melk would stand up and move to examine the carving himself, despite his aching leg. Marvelling at the detail with which it had been crafted, Melk simultaneously responded to Gilly's thoughts, uttering a short laugh when she mentioned befriending monsters. "I wonder how Reznu is doing? Do you think it will have gone to see the sights of Arunsia? Either way, I don't plan to befriend any more monsters. Having one as a friend is enough for now!" As the harlequin discussed the potential for the forest Guardian having been the creator of the statue, the teenager stopped his examination and instead folded his arms and turned back to face in Gilly's direction. "It'd have to be a pretty talented monster to make a carving. I don't think so..." Melk paused momentarily, taking pause, before continuing, "That said though, if a monster didn't make it, then who did? It would have had to have been made after the monsters started arriving, else the bull monkeys wouldn't have existed..." Unsure what else to say, Melk took a different tack. "Even so, if we do manage to restore the sun, then statues like these will serve as reminders to our race of what happened to Arunsia once upon a time..." Having finished on such a thoughtful note, Melk waited to see if one of the others had anything else to say.