She continued to follow alongside Master Astraea, grunting as she listened in affirmation. He was taking the news of the Throne rather well, to be honest. Although it occurred to her that he probably wouldn't be mad - after all, he could no longer sit in it. He own anger and protectiveness of it came from a place of ignorance, having not realized yet that he'd been somehow transformed.

Which reminded her that she wanted to ask about that. Perhaps...not now, but eventually.

"He seems annoying," she grumbled. "Talking all fancy about tyranny and abuse. Called me a brute for breaking a skeleton he'd draped over the Throne." She snorted. "So easily insulted."

She thought on ways to possibly recruit him for...whatever this was. She could apologize (ugh) or - yes, as Astraea said, she could say it was a punishment for the Throne. Although what this mysterious task was...

She knew it as soon as they crossed the threshold into Eridanus. Eyes widened at the state of it. The once green jungle, covered in white, draped in webbing. Fungus growing over every tree and trunk and fern and flower and the whole place smelled like rot.

"What...what the hell is this?"

Disgust overcame her as she glared at Eridanus. She had quite liked this cave once. But now it was utterly foul. More so when Astraea named it as Order. The enemy, of them and their creator. Of the very caves themselves. She had been reaching forward to cut some out and look at it more closely, but she stopped her claws and pulled them back. "What does it do? Surely there is a purpose." It had to have an effect on living creatures, didn't it? Order would have more to fight then plants.

She turned her head slowly as Astraea approached the topic and a grin split across her face. She could already guess what he was going to ask of her and she lifted her head. "Consider it done. I have found a valkhound already that would be well-suited to the task." Of course, she'd need t find more. Oilstone T-One's magic was not powerful enough to do much then singe some fungus.

Hmm...burning Eridanus might be a way to go. It would certainly be efficient. And she was sure they could just as easily grow it back. The jungle had burned down before.

She nodded again. "Yes, yes I will make sure it is cleansed. I have some ideas already. And you're right - Pride would be suited for this, hm? Although if he will listen to me after what happened at the Throne is questionable."

She nodded as she pulled her claws all the way back. It might be difficult to get through this without infection but perhaps if she simply brute forced her way through, as was her way, it wouldn't have a chance to get in her system. She'll have to test that later.

Her attention was on Astraea for everything else he was saying and assigning to her. See Master Vargas, inform him of her mission. Wander the caves a bit, become familiar with their change. Recruit valkhounds and gembounds, whoever she can, for this task. Return here and drive out the infection.

She could go for a little wildfire.

The news of a "Hive" concerned her. Brow furrowed and the edges of a frown curled her mouth. "A hive? Do you know how many they number?" She was going to ask why they hadn't yet assaulted the hive but turned ice worms was...extremely concerning. It might be beyond her scope, then, to drive out. At least alone.

She nodded, once again, once he had finished everything. "Understood. And should I find infected gembound, would you rather I bring them to you or kill them on sight?" She wasn't sure how long it took or how far it would go before it was irreversible, but she was still unsure of Astraea's position on most of the gembound. Would he rather protect them, if he could? If so, she would follow his lead and otherwise leave them to their devices.

The Overseer nodded, counting and recounting all of the new information she had. This was a lot in a short span of time, but she knew she could handle it. She might just need some time to properly adapt from the ways she was used to.

But killing infected gembound? That she could do. To be honest, she wasn't sure if she would spare the thought to attempt to help an infected, especially if she didn't know at one point its a lost cause. It might just be easier to kill them outright, stop the infection from spreading any farther. And to keep her life safe.

"Understood," she rumbled. "I will try to avoid Ursa for now, until I have a proper amount of backup. I don't think this hive would be too happy about another Overseer awakening."

The last comment spread an...unexpected warmth in Tectus. What affection she could feel for her Master, like a loyal hound being called a good dog, she basked in it. "I am too, although the circumstances could be more agreeable. If there's nothing else, Master Astraea, I will head to Draco now and meet with Master Vargas."

She nodded, already mapping out her route. If she wanted to avoid Ursa, then it would be best to take the route through Andromeda. "All the more reason to avoid, until my strength is back." She did not like the idea of some barely known enemy stalking her steps, not while she was in this shape. But soon. She could already feeling the force of her muscles returning, the strength she once held was slowly being regained.

"I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Master Astraea." With a final dip of her head, she turned away from the stag, casting a final, disgusted glance at the surrounding fungus, and made her way out of the cave, beginning her path to Draco.