Mary just laughed at his comments about his fellow gods, having nothing to add to it herself. She'd like to say she knew saints like that, but in truth she was one of them. Mary could be as immature and frustrating as any of them, she figured.
"I know," Mary said, reaching out to touch his cheek gently, so glad to be granted that familiar warmth once more.
"Then I'll help them," Mary told him. "However I can. Maybe together we can make something beautiful." It would be the most unconventional of pairings, a King Aztec and Queen Saint, but maybe it would work for the people here.