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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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[scholaraxe]

[ She nodded, and would say more, but... then he tells her. And Moenbryda begins to slide off of Urianger a little, concerned - a little worried. ]

Six, huh... well, Zodiark did mention they had another to fix at the same time. Y'see, they didn't want anybody to die, so... wanted to revive that Ascian as well. Powerless, though. Can't just make an Ascian - they're different. [ And that fluffy thing? Well, it's coming out of Uriangers' cloak. ]

[waylaidwords]

[he straightens with a soft sound, watching her, concerned for her.]

Well- the Ascians are theirs, aren't they? So- I understand… [he's not delighted, but it feels like it makes sense.] Is that- would that mean- are they- in there, with you? But it- became like this, because- Ascians don't have their own bodies…?

[…uh. He follows it to Urianger's cloak, letting out another concerned sound- and reaches for Urianger's shoulder, to try and turn him to see.]

[scholaraxe]

...I don't think Zodiark knows too much about Spoken, if I'm honest. But I'm all me - probably just using parts to help keep together--

--Twelve. Did I hurt Urianger. [ She then says, seeing him reach for Urianger and releasing him. And... he looks mostly Miqo'te, even if there's a stinger buried in the fur of his tail, and his teeth are sharper, and he's still passed out. ]

[waylaidwords]

They may be no need to, if people don't usually reach them in life. But- that's- I'm glad to hear that. And- thankful to the others, then.

[He checks Urianger over, tail flicking, before going to carefully examine the stinger in Urianger's tail.] I- don't know. But I don't think he's going to enjoy waking up- he looks much more Miqo'te-like, too.

[scholaraxe]

Yeah, he was a jerk. Tried to steal and use Tupsimati. [ She says, off-handedly - before letting out a little whine.

Urianger, though, is beginning to stir - his ears flicking. They're... really fluffy, but not uncomfortable. There's no sign he was ever anything else... ] Maybe... I was trying to make him like me? I'm so sorry.

[waylaidwords]

[Prastha rumbles- a little threatening, before he reaches out to touch her shoulder.] …he should have known better. But- well. You're here now.

[It's strange. He reaches to touch them a little- just gently, and wonders. Will Urianger remember, and need to adjust, or… think this was usual?] I… it sounded like that, a little. I think you meant to help- if that's any reassurance. But- you should tell him that.

[scholaraxe]

[ When he pulls away, though, he may notice... were his claws always that long?

But Moenbryda nodded. ] I will, if he can understand me--

--Gods. [ It's the first word out of Uriangers' mouth, it feels wrong, he just closes his eyes and tries to ball up. Heee's. In pain. ]

[waylaidwords]

[He stares at them for a moment, folding and unfolding his fingers, and forces himself to take a deep breath. This is- it's not so bad, is it? he can- make use of this, probably.] You- wanted to help both of us, right?

Well- if I still need to play go-between, I can… [He hopes- whatever she's done has helped with that, though.]

Urianger! [It drops to the side for a moment, though, as he presses his hands against Urianger, trying to gather the energy for Cure, to help him a little.]

[arcaniststaff]

[ Moenbryda slinks back a little, though, and Urianger seems to accept the Cure. He smiles a little - ow. His mouth hurts. He has so many sharp teeth now, though if he's noticed, he hasn't said anything. ]

The beast-- it... she lulled me to sleep...?

[waylaidwords]

[Prastha attempts a smile back, though he's still worried.]

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I- well, I think probably everything got to you. Are you… <small>[he hesitates, tail flicking.]</small> How are you feeling- does it still hurt? I can do more.

[arcaniststaff]

It hurts, but-- do not overexert yourself. Your brother needs you... strong. [ Even if it won't break it, Urianger is more worried for stranding somebody there now. But Urianger is looking at his now-clawed hands with a slight horror. It did this to him...?! ]

[waylaidwords]

I can manage another safely. I- we should look after you, too. [he focuses, concentrating on balancing his energy to keep the tether strong while powering another Cure for Urianger.

He notices, and reaches to take Urianger's hands, holding on tight.] It- I think she meant to help.

[arcaniststaff]

He seems to relax into it, even as the creature - even as Moenbryda has basically gone to a corner, quietly staring with glowing eyes. Urianger then realises - his ears are twitching, and he feels them. Help? By changing me into-- not even a Spoken. This can't be Spoken - I feel pressure under these robes of mine.

[waylaidwords]

[He gives her a brief worried look, before focusing on Urianger, squeezing his hands gently.] She said something about seeing us as weak, and- she did say she was sorry, but- I know it doesn't change this. [He reaches for Urianger's shoulder.] Do you want me to look? Or- take them off at all?

[arcaniststaff]

...You may remove them. [ He says quietly. Trying to see how loud it is to him.

But then, Moenbryda whispers - and Urianger seems to understand the clicks. ] I really am sorry - I-- I'm weird right now.

So it truly is you, Moenbryda... [ and all that anger has melted away, as he seems to smile a little, though the aches. ]

[waylaidwords]

All right. Thank you. [It seems fine to him, and Prastha moves in to nuzzle him a little before going to ease Urianger's robes off him.

He smiles, relaxing a little- not entirely, but enough.] …well. There's one good thing of this. I wasn't sure what I'd do if you decided to flirt through me. [be very embarrassing, probably, if he's honest.]

[arcaniststaff]

[ Luckily, Urianger has Elezen smallclothes on - but from under them, two small demonic wings are sort of. Poking out. But he's just still feeling his ears, as Moenbryda begins to approach.

Before grinning, her own tail lashing a little. ] I'd do it, though - if it made him realize it was me.

I-- would that be the only way? I feel... so strange.

[waylaidwords]

[Thank goodness- though he did assume Urianger would refuse if he didn't have anything else on. He reaches out to touch the wings, frowning a little.] You've two wings here… that's very strange. I thought you were mostly Miqo'te-like, but then- why these?

[a snort.] I'd assume so! No one else quite flirts like you.

Well- we could probably trouble some of the others to translate… [He looks worried again, though.] Strange how?

[arcaniststaff]

...Hm. [ Urianger lets out a small click, before realising it - and making a few more. His mouth moves differently then he thought it would. ] There are few beast who share traits of cloudkin and... well, feline. Could her touch have been... one of those, awakening within me?

But I-- it only aches a little. Not like growing pains.

[waylaidwords]

[Prastha gives a few soft clicks in return, encouraging. …well, this means it'll be a little harder to keep secrets from him, but- ah, they'll think of something.] Well, perhaps, but- they look more leathery. And- there was something about your tail- I don't quite know, but it may be dangerous.

Hm. Perhaps it's you settling into these changes, now? Tell me if anything seems amiss.

[arcaniststaff]

...My tail. [ He clicks again - it feels so weird, as he moves to lift it - before freezing at how heavy it feels. ] My tail.

[ He seems more impressed just examining it - until Moenbryda gets close, and just. Almost grabs for it, before stopping herself. She saw it. ] A stinger--!!

[waylaidwords]

It seems to be quite a nice tail. [He smiles a little, nuzzling against Urianger, watching him examine it.]

Ah- that is what it is, then? I wondered- that means you can poison, then? [he peers at it, curious.]

[arcaniststaff]

[ Urianger can't stop twitching, letting it raise and lower - it has a heaviness to it. But... huh. ] If I could poison, that would mean I'd have an organ for it... that may explain the soreness near the base. [ Growing an entire new organ - yeah. He seems more concerned then scared, though. ]

[waylaidwords]

[A little different! He makes a curious sound.] Ah- I hadn't thought about that. But- it would make sense- other creatures with poison do not store them directly in their stingers… Would you like me to examine it?

[arcaniststaff]

Yes - else it would be dangerous... [ Urianger said, as he flopped his tail onto Prastha. That seems to be a yes, as Moenbryda also approaches, letting out gutteral purrs. ]

I still do not know enough of nature to know what kind of beast this could be - but it would not be Voidsent.