Pride listened attentively to Narcissus' words, standing neatly upright with his ears swept forward. But when Envy simply collapsed, he started forward with a rapid leap, as if immediately, highly alarmed. His magicka reached out, reaching for his King's mind, to check that they were merely asleep and not something-... worse.

His nose brushed Envy's pelt, and he gently moved to maneuver them to the Throne, hidden a bit--they felt alive, anyway, just... deeply asleep. He spent a moment pulling out some of his own fur--the sort that was falling, strawlike, from his coat--laying that very thinly over the weasel. It certainly wasn't much but any warmth, he felt, might help.

"I confess I do not quite understand what you mean, but it seems our King has lost consciousness for the time being. I wish that I were more of a healer than I am," he lamented softly, watching them.

He then turned his gaze back to Narcissus, silver eyes regarding him curiously. He'd never seen another being quite like this stranger, and he truly had no idea what it was. He had a feeling that it was somehow unnatural, unlike himself, or unlike Envy had been long ago, before their mutation. But he could not be quite sure.

"I do not think they are badly injured. And I will do as my King asked; if you will come with me..?"

He glanced up at the Throne, as he turned to move off. "This," he began, "is the Throne of Orion. I am told that once it was a deep, rich red, though we know not why it was made, nor who sat upon it. These days," Pride continued, doing his best to lend the little speech some semblance of importance (and not to leave Narcissus with the rather truthful impression that they held reign over empty ruins), "King Envy sits atop it, and administers their day-to-day business."

Pride turned, meaning to lead the way off toward the amphitheatre next... but honestly, what more was there to say? He felt a little foolish, trying to represent the Seven as something more than they were, but Envy was his friend, and so he'd do his best.

Narcissus did not answer, however, and so Pride made his way off; the other could follow, but perhaps it would not.