It was barely a clash, barely a fight. Envy wasn't looking to begin with, but they heard the screams and winced, the awful sound cutting right to their core.
They remembered, at that moment, the sound of crunching bone and the agonized bellowing; the sound of their own making as yet another of the poor Hybrid's siblings had fallen to their own magic. Elderberry's death replayed, once again, in their mind.
Vaguely they were aware of the hybrid moving closer to them, and they hesitated, then almost automatically slid forward in turn, allowing her the comfort of the feeling of their hide against hers.
They shivered, but was vaguely aware of the hybrid's speaking. Their ears ringing, heart poundng, and anxiety mounting by the moment, they had little response, and paused for a while, until a moment where they were certain they could be heard, and sure they were choosing the right words.
"She has hurt, and killed, and maimed, for pleasure..." they said, opening their mouth to speak again, but then closing it. What else could they say? That she must die for her sins? That it was her turn to suffer? Somehow it all seemed too much for the child to comprehend, and more than a little bit inappropriate. After all, she was family, right? Envy didn't want to even think about how they'd feel if someone did the same to their mamma, or to Charity.
Speaking of...
Envy felt their skin crawl. they had to get back to her. She was, at the moment, alone at the throne, and the thought filled them with dread. They wished, profusely, that she was the only thing to worry about, but they didn't think they could tolerate watching Jayberry die, not anymore.
It took a moment, and it was nearly impossible to focus through the din, but they reached out, hesitantly touching their mind to Pride's. They vaguely felt his fatigue; his forced apathy, and shivered. Their own ache, the cracking surface of their barely-contained calm, was plain to feel, waves of anxiety and shudders of horror throbbing beneath the surface, almost as though they'd break at any given moment. There were echoes, too, of awful, awful nostalgia. Pride? they thought out, with difficulty. I'm going to take the young one back to the throne. This is no place for a newborn.
And then, abruptly, they withdrew. They would hate for Pride to feel them breaking apart, and they had to get out of here. Even now their quills shivered as they turned up towards the hybrid, despite knowing-- or at least hoping-- that her eyes would still be closed.
"...Sylvanberry, isn't it?" they began hesitantly. "Come with me. I'll... take you somewhere else. Somewhere safe."
They pattered to the edge of Pride's armour, and began to scale their way down one of his hind legs before leaping the rest of the way onto the ground. They pattered a short distance towards Orion before returning to wait for her. Hopefully the wolf had enough on her plate to worry about. Envy doubted that she'd make a move to follow. Even if she did, they were sure Pride would cover their backs.
Speech. Thought.