Mercurius simply frowned at Rift's apologies, but sighed. "If you ever have need, Rift, of... a talk and how to restrain yourself," he rumbled softly, sternness softening to a suggestion, "and your anger, I'm here." Where 'here' was was, of course, up to the future, but Eridanus wasn't the largest cave on the block --- if one were to search for him, they'd find him soon enough. Rift called to what was presumed to be his brother, requesting that nests be made with a tone of forced calmness. "I will take them to my garden in the meantime," Mercurius interjected, glancing sidelong at his fellow father. He should not host too many qualms, here.
The puma then moved off to speak with Oliver (next on the storyteller's own checklist, once he had the Bloodberry children settled down.)
Then, of course, everything seemed to explode and Mercurius reacted instantly, defensively. His magicka worked, just as soon as shards and shrapnel began to fly, and the odd Yew attempted to scramble beneath him (for that, he attempted to stand as tall as he could.) Unfortunately, none of the plants seemed to respond, too overwhelmed by Pride's horrifically failed spell. The best Mercurius could do was shift his legs as to cover up the poor little hybrid hiding beneath him. He grit his jaw as gemstone and bark collided with his skin, leaving (what was essentially) papercuts. Small, but oh-so-annoying. Then, it was all quiet again.
"It's alright, Pride," he murmured first, hoping to reassure him and the ex-Bloodberries --- had such a thing been intentional... Carefully moving backwards, Mercurius's ears flickered to the empty space left behind by Cloudberry and, before anyone could react or respond to it, he woofed, "let her go." Without a tyrannical mother to march her children off to war, she'd find her own way. It seemed being in the presence of many wasn't doing much good, anyways; seeking her out was another thing to add to the list. Once fully unattached from Yew, Mercurius leaned down and offered a gentle lick to the head, against the grain of little hummingbird feather-fur, "you're okay, Yew."
His tail flicked, gaze trailing to Huckleberry and his unfortunate predicament. "I'm going to help your brother with his wings, okay? Is that alright with you? Then, afterwards, we can go to my garden. It's safe and warm, there, with lots of light."