Mrs Leotard stared up past the two other gods at their supposed leader, Root. He was still in a strange, catatonic state. Why would he not help them? What had caused this? These were some things she wanted to know, but could not find out.
Gently, she lifted the comatose body of Root and flew it to the moon. There, she created a sort of temple out of solid lightning from her eyes. However, she was able to dim the lightning so it was not as bright, and give it a consistency of stone.
When she softened her lightning to stone, it turned green, as her lightning oddly contained some trace amounts of copper, and the void rusted it quickly, giving it a hard green shell. It became sort of a cross between a labyrinth and a mausoleum.
She'd created a sort of pod-like bed. She nestled Root into there, and left him. The bed's systems would keep him in a cryostasis until he could wake up.
She came back down to the planet with the others. "Our leader is apparently in eternal rest," she murmured, saddened by this loss. "Who shall lead us now?"