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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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[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.

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[ 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.