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Celeste forced a smile. "Yes. You need not worry about him... He will be back." Sitting and staring at the statue wouldn't help. Celeste turned to leave the infirmary. He didn't know where he was going, though... Back to bed, perhaps. What else was there worth doing?

Right, Ivy didn't have Cynthian either... That left him, once again, the last adult in his room, but with two more Familiar children there. "I suppose I'll have to keep an eye on Ivy, too." Someone had to. "I only wish he told us what he was doing... and how long he would be gone."

This is what must be done? What a frustratingly vague statement. And a worrying one. If Icetales believed it must be done, it was possible he'd put his own safety aside, at least in part. Something that must be done must be done even if it is a risk. "I'm sure he'll be back. He would not leave...

Celeste turned and saw Petram. The poor child derived better than to see this. "I cannot choose but to believe it..." He took a deep breath. "There's nothing more we can do but to trust his choice was not a mistake, and to hope he has some way to return."

<><><><><> After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Celeste ran straight to the infirmary. He took a deep breath and entered the room. Well, there it was. Icetales, turned into a statue. He hadn't expected to find Bahamut was lying, but seeing it himself was different. He rested his head...

Lillie smelled something good, and heard some music. She followed the sense until it lead her to the arcade. A group of people was meeting there. They had cookies, but they probably weren't for her, she hadn't even known about it until she'd smelled them. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"I'm..." Wait, did we really get that far in the conversation without introducing ourselves? "...Gladion. Nice to meet you." <><><><><>

"I don't really know either. I just got here yesterday, and I've kind of been... avoiding the public eye. If there's something we- that I need, the counsel that taken pity on us would probably pay for it, too."

Still in training? I guess if it worked for Nero. Gladion wasn't sure how he felt about this guy, but Nero had seemed trustworthy. Nero had lived this himself, too, so surely if Nero approved of it, it wouldn't be a disaster. "Sure. May as well give it a shot."

A soothe bell? A fucking soothe bell was the answer to the problem Faba almost lost his head for? Was Faba really so ridiculously inept that he'd been bested by a problem that could be solved with a cheap metal trinket? Okay, that was plausible. It was Faba, after all. On the other hand, he was...

"I don't know. We could probably get it off, but... Well, Nero seems to work properly, but I don't know if I would. The Nulls of my world... something went wrong with the connection between the RKS System and their brains. The helmet keeps the system deactivated. For my own safety as much as...

"If it's anything like the helmet my partner has had for her entire life, then there won't be. It wasn't really designed for normal life. She used to be fed liquid food with a tube. Once I saved her, I just ended up having to stick my hand through the eyehole. She didn't seem to mind it, but I'd...

"They... what?" Gladion lifted the skewer and examined it. Technically, this helmet wasn't even his head. He wasn't really going to try this, was he? He held the skewer to his helmet and shut his eyes in silent contemplation of... eating-related thoughts. He was not particularly surprised to...

Oh god, I managed to make it worse by accident. I can only pray nobody else heard that. For the first time since arriving, he was grateful for the mask covering his face. "T-That's not what I meant. Sexuality-wise, I have no idea what goes through her head. I mean, like genderless except not...

"I don't really do anything special. My teammates were a Null and Sneasel." Mentioning he had a Null would prompt questions. Best to get it over with. "I had nothing to do with my Null getting ending up like that, for the record. I lived in the place she was made. Things got screwy for both of...

He accepted the skewer and thanked the server, then he followed Shane to the table. Walking on 4 legs had been pretty manageable, but walking with 3 legs while holding something was hard. Anyone watching him probably thought he was drunk... Or, on second thought, anyone watching him was...

Gladion looked over the menu. There was a roast berry skewer. With any luck, he'd be able to poke it through the eyehole of his helmet. It didn't sound appetizing, but better than begging someone to feed him. "I'll take the, uhh, skewer, please."

Gladion tried to look around, but the helmet restricted how far he could turn his head. He felt like people's eyes must be boring into him, but he couldn't really see much of the clientele. It felt like there was a Feebas flopping around in his stomach. "Now that I think about it, I'm not sure...

[Nazo > Team Spectrum]: But... Would that not require him to die? Celeste decided against sending the message. It wasn't what Petram needed to hear. [Nazo > Bechamel]: Did what we said mean nothing to you? He deleted that without sending it, too. If Icetales did ever get to read it, it would...

"I... Sure." He still wasn't sure how he'd eat, but better to have someone with him than to be on his own. There was a restaurant in the square. That should be safe enough. <><><><><>