"Right," Steven says quietly. "The whole being a god thing. I figure whatever the space llama god is doing to us to render us human just-- stops for whatever reason then. Maybe it needs to take a three-day nap? Whatever it is..." He shakes his head. "Well. Anyway. I'll be able to do some stealth things and a lot of dreamwalking. I think Tyler should be able to do his tale crafting shit then. And Lydia... well, she's a goddamn lich. She can do a lot. Combine that with your god shit..." He shrugs. "That's why I wanted us to have a contingency plan for whenever it happens."