There was a good chance that the Overseer would spatter the pig's guts across the floor like paint, and suddenly, Garnet-Delta decided that maybe Bloodstone didn't need to see this. Lips lowered back over curved teeth as the tank smashed into the scene, scoffing.

It turned its head back to Bloodstone, and pushed its cheek into the Hydra's shoulder. "Go back to the Warrens," it instructed softly, tail swishing. "The Overseer has this handled." Ruby colored eyes flicked to meet each of the three pairs, wings folding calmly at its side now that Alpha stood like a towering giant among them.

The situation was going to be handled.

Overseer Orthoclase-Alpha. It was good to see it-- even as it lashed out with magic, putting Delta into its place. The feline's tail barely twitched, retracting its claws as it watched the boar retreat. It couldn't seek it out with its magical sense, as it had wanted to, but it did its best to not take it Personally.

Garnet-Delta blinked slowly, hard-resetting its thoughts as its Overseer asked it a question. "Spying and talking to Bloodstone, making baseless accusations and threats against us," it reported simply; as much as it knew, squinting into the distance with the uncomfortable sensation of its stone prickling in its throat.

It didn't particularly feel like being bossed around further, so instead it put forth its own... suggestion. "Putting thoughts in the initiate's head. I'll clear the matter." If, it was excused. It did not move from its spot, raising its chin to finally look at the Orthoclase once more, as if pointedly asking for permission.

There was no argument put forward by its Overseer, so it must have chosen a correct path. Its tail twitched, and it resisted the urge to snort, instead smoothly turning away and spreading its wings. "Thanks," it said, though the word was clipped, a little too curt.

Wings spread out with a ruffle, catching on the gentle breeze, and it took a few steps before leaping into the air and taking off after Bloodstone.

It had some patching up to do. Normally, it wouldn't bother with babysitting... but, it had a reason to do so, and a place to start. It had information that made this task less direct comforting and more like filling in potholes in what was a smooth road. It looked forward to solving things, ignorant of how callous its thoughts actually were to the hydra.