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[ There was always time to rest between times of activity - and Th'ancred needed it. He hadn't expected his brother to return, however - his nervous clicking made that clear.

Oh, but he wasn't just nervously clicking because of Pratsha - the man he'd thought dead. No, though he wouldn't hide it, how could he tell the others what he lost? His magic, however, was so enhanced. He could taste aether in the air, and if he wanted, he was sure he could see it. However, that would drain far too much from him. Though it hurt to not see anymore.

His room, of course, was a mess (or would seem it for a non-Miqo'te). Both him and his brother shared it - it was more of a campsite, for it felt more natural for the shaken Nunh. He was sitting, head to the wall, when his ears twitched. Prastha was there, he could hear it. His footsteps sounded different then others.

Miqo'te ears, after all, were sensitive. Perhaps his clicking was because of that - helping him see what he knew before. ]

...Is everybody out there going okay? [ Th'ancred asked, turning around. ]

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[waylaidwords]

[Th'ancred's clicking it something Prastha hadn't really expected, either, and he rumbles a little in response- trying to reassure, a little.]

They seem to be doing a little better now that everyone's been able to relax a little. And with you home again, of course.

What about you? You seem unsettled.

[catcred]

[ At the purring, Th'ancred does give a little smile, a flick of his tail. ]

Ah-- it's a little hard, getting used to the indoors again. And there's still those queer warriors who defeated Ravana... there's a lot of work I missed. Not fitting of a Nunh, huh?

[ Plus, Minfilia. She's still missing. (But because it's us, she'll return and be able to stay with them, in a way. :B ) ]

[waylaidwords]

[Good. He smiles back, a little relieved, and goes to sit near Th'ancred. Gods, he's missed his brother- but he doesn't want to crowd him, either.]

I suppose it must be, after that long. They seem to have taken everyone by surprise- I don't think it's on your shoulders alone. We should definitely look into finding out more about them, though.

[they'll find some way! definitely '-'b]

[catcred]

I know it isn't simply my burden. [ That's why he's let himself rest a little, instead of rushing back out. ] What about you-- how did you find yourself here?

[ ...He didn't tell them about Prastha - those who didn't know - because he thought him traitor or dead. This is a lot nicer - as he sort of begins to rub his head against Prastha, Th'ancred is smiling. Closing his eyes, lips curling into a very Miqo'te smile. ]

[waylaidwords]

Good. [also good- Prastha would have tried to drag him back to rest, otherwise.] Me? Well- I was part of an Imperial unit the others ran into, and, well. They mistook me for you, and so I found myself- well, kidnapped.

[Prastha is a little offended by that thought! But he's glad to be with Th'ancred again, nuzzling him back, rumble building.]

[catcred]

...We look that similar? Why, I'd be offended if it hadn't resulted in you returning. [ He's joking, really. It's good he can joke after all of this. ]

You didn't try and bite them, did you?

[waylaidwords]

I thought so. It's a good thing in the end, isn't it? [it is good, and Prastha settles himself a little more.]

Only those who put their hands too close. [once or twice! then- oh okay he supposed they did have to be quiet.]

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It is, because...

...I missed you. Sorry I couldn't be there when you first saw them, but-- well, a lot of us are still missing.

[ Like... their shared Minfilia. ]

[waylaidwords]

As did I. [he reaches out to wrap an arm around Th'ancred, holding him tightly.] I know. I… we can still look for them, can't we? It's just a matter of finding the right clues.

[she must be out there- they just have to work out where she went.]

[catcred]

They must be. I was just waiting for the right time to come back, [ he lies. And since it's him and his brother, it's clear he's lying. ] I worry more about Yda and Papalymo - if anybody's in danger, it's those two.

[waylaidwords]

The right time was any time, I'm sure. So why…? [he reaches up, fussing with Th'ancred's hair a little.] They probably are, but- if they're together, I'm sure they're looking after each other.

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...Why?

[ He goes a little quiet, before bumping into the hand a little. But he softly purrs a little. ] It wasn't time. I-- did anybody tell you what happened? [ Th'ancred sounds shaken, though, even as he keeps his eyes closed.

Still content, at least on his face. ] They're looking after each other, but it's trouble.

[waylaidwords]

Wasn't it? [he stays like that, stroking Th'ancred's hair a little.] A little- they said there'd been trouble in Ul'dah, and you'd needed a quick escape?

Well, Papalymo has a good head… But Yda's always been determined, for fortune or fall. Has anyone heard word of them?

[catcred]

[ Now, it was rare to find a feathered creature with such pink-white feathers (which smelled of pure Light), a nestling away from the nest. (Or so it seemed - the bird wouldn't enjoy being seen as a literal baby.) But, as the two seeked answers about their state and the limits of the Shroud, they'd found this bird.

Poisoned.

...Poachers, Th'ancred assumed. Still, he was clicking to Prastha. Secure the area - he found something. ] Feels... sickly. Do you know what birds-- eat? I'm afraid I never raised them.

[waylaidwords]

[He's looking to the boundaries of the area immediately, listening hard for anything before he settles and turns towards Th'ancred.]

It depends on the bird- is that what you found? Let me see, I might be able to tell.

[catcred]

[ He shows it, however - though he needs to keep a hand on top of her. She's struggling and peeping - clearly a bird, but it feels tainted by Light. ]

It feels like a bird, that's for sure. Don't worry, no claws.

[waylaidwords]

[Oh- oh, she definitely looks a little strange, but very precious! He reaches out to touch her, gently.]

She definitely looks like one- I don't know what kind, exactly, but- seeds for her, I think. Yes- shhh, it's all right, we're going to try and help you.

[catcred]

[ Whoops, she tries... to peck at him, frightened. (But Th'ancred begins to pulse out magic.) ]

Still. This close to the edge? We'll calm this bird, then-- continue feeling where it ends, hm?

[waylaidwords]

Ack! [Still- he puts his hands back, trying to cup her.]

It is odd… Still, there's some life out here. And- it looks as though this one's been affected… It must have come from somewhere. Mm. Maybe if she just stays with us for a little while it'll help.

[catcred]

[ She huffs, and... well, she's calming a little. Letting herself sort of. Nuzzle against Prastha. ]

You can feel it too. [ Th'ancred says, sounding quite serious. ] We'll keep her in any case - this toxin doesn't seem to heal though magic. Not that easy.

[waylaidwords]

[That's good to see. He strokes down her feathers gently, smiling.]

Yes- I don't know if it feels quite the same, but- it seems stronger than I'd expect. [he makes a little concerned sound.] It's not responding at all? I wonder- do you think an antidote would help at all?

[catcred]

[ ...For a moment, her bright blue eyes focus - before she fluffs up a little, letting out a single chirp. Looking towards the Wall.

There's a frustrated click, however, as Th'ancred closes his eyes. ] ...They're not dying, but an antidote wouldn't hurt.

[waylaidwords]

Hm…? Are you curious about the Wall? We're not going that far today. But someday, I think. […well- they probably will. Once it's all there…]

All right. [he reaches to pull one out, then, uncorking it.] Let's see- if I pour it out, can you take it…?

[catcred]

[ There's another huff - wait. ] This bird understands us. [ Th'ancred reasons. ] That, or they like the sound of their own tweets.

[ But at Prasthas' question, she opens her mouth, almost giving an impatient look - though there's still trembles, there's still pain. ]

[waylaidwords]

It looks like it. [He peers at her a little closer, ears up in interest.] I wonder- perhaps one of the others would be able to understand them…?

[That they can do something about, hopefully. He goes to tip the antidote out, trying to get as much into her as he can.]