The darkness was beginning to fade into green - something Morpheus had decidedly marked down as 'unusual.' He was moving without his legs actually moving - it took him a while to realise he was being carried by something that was particularly warm and furry.

They soon realised it was Marigold, the hybrid they had just met in Polaris. They also remembered the agonizing pain in their gut and whined a little - though the snake hybrid didn't seem to notice.

They closed their eyes again, quiet.

Marigold had been carrying Morpheus for what felt like a good while, now. Her tongue flickered out briefly from her mouth as she hobbled carefully towards the Mother, pausing and looking around.

She got closer - placing Morpheus down on the moss and reaching out to press her nose against the stalk of the mushroom. "Priest," she rasped out after a few moments, looking around. "Priest, help."

She sat down next to the bat hybrid, tail flickering gently as she waited for the numbat to appear.

@Booker

Up to the hip in snow, Priest fussed about on top of the Mother's cap, brushing the frozen lumps off of silvery flesh, patting the revealed areas as if worried the cold had damaged the heart of Eridanus. His hearing being as abysmal as it was, it was only the second call that caught his attention. The numbat's head twitched to focus on the sound, and he slowly made his way to the edge of the massive mushroom's top, peering over the side. It took a moment for his eye to focus, but once it did, he blinked in surprise. "Marigold? My child, whatever is the matter..?"

Okay, so maybe the problem was the other child, slung over her back, lowered to the ground with care. Frowning, concern lining his face with age, Priest slowly twisted over the edge, climbing down the Mother's underside to her stalk, finally coming to rest on the shadowed ground, removing his cane from its holster and raising his trusty glowing pebble to focus on the two hybrids. "Oh my. Whatever happened to your young friend?"

Slowly and carefully, Priest hobbled to the stranger's side, ears pitched forward, gaze roaming over his pelt in a strange sort of curiosity. "Just stay still for me, my child. Marigold," he added, gaze raising to the dog-snake, "do be a dear and try to keep them calm, yes? Unneeded stress won't help, I'm afraid." Request given, the numbat refocused on the injured wolf-bat, patting at a shoulder reassuringly. "Do not worry, little one. I am Priest. You are safe here."

@Marigold @Morpheus