Despite the combined efforts of Cayenne and Tal'at, Czernobog could not be moved from his post. He'd only inched away for the family meeting, and he'd raced back as fast he could, half in a panic, only resting when he was absolutely sure that the eggs were both okay, whole, heartbeats gentle and solid. Since then, he'd only moved for food and water, at least giving in to the lemur's request he try to take care of himself. For now, he was still too thin, weak, but the nest was safe and protected - which was all that mattered, as far as the pig went.

Snoring away peacefully, the giant hog's shadow shaded the eggs from the electric sun, ears flicking lazily. Unconsciously, he curled tighter around the chrysali, resting his head between them, snuggling them in his sleep. Twin heartbeats lulled him back into the dark, and he sighed, content in his Purpose.

Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately, considering he'd begun to worry about the eggs - the thrashing about continued, and Czernobog woke up in segments, one pitch-black eye finally rolling to focus on the twitching egg. Moving to snuffle at it, gently nosing its walls, he clinked his broken tusk against it, a hum starting up in his throat. A strange, broken mimic of Dragon's long-past song weaved through the air, and the boar checked on the other chrysalis, wondering if it, too, was stuck within, like he had been so many cycles ago. Tapping his snout to the surface, he startled back at the heat, snuffling and snorting, ears flicking backwards in concern.

"Baaaaaby..?"

As soon as his murmur left his maw, the egg splintered open with a great cloud of smoke, a screaming figure flailing from inside to the water - and Czernobog was frozen stiff, locked in a panicked remembrance of his brother, burning alive, his heartbeat slowing until it stopped. The squeaking eventually broke him out of it; when it did, he was off like a shot, stumbling as he raced after the newborn, skidding to a stop and inadvertently splashing the little one with water. Massive head lowering to inspect it, he lapped at its fur and scales, not caring that his tongue began to redden from the remaining warmth - he'd kept them safe all this time and he'd be damned if something happened to them now, after all the danger had seemingly passed.

Grooming done, he snuffled at the child, blow-drying it with hot puffs of breath, lungs pumping through the hole in his chest cavity, one eye on the nest. "Okaaaaaay?"