Prometheus's soul reached out the moment Hades budged over, tentatively prodding the brilliant yet so tiny thing. It felt warm, like a baby bird, and Prometheus crooned low in his throat, rubbing his snout against Hades's chest in lieu of the eggshell.

"Hrrrmm... yes, they're mine now," Prometheus said, lifting his head and looking over his shoulder to see his Yol had finished their task and were now 'guarding' his food, "I suppose if they ask nicely enough, I might let them keep them..."

Of course, Prometheus was teasing. These Yol were free to do as they wished.

"But anyways," Prometheus turned back to Hades, "It's my turn with the egg. I want to see if I can sit on it comfortably."