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"It was good talking to you," Skara said, waving as Cynthian left. "I'm glad you're all right." Just her and her own stone, then. She watched Limax for a little while, still wobbling contentedly (?) in its bowl. Innocuous as anything. Apparently so was the other one, so long as it was with...

"If you want to. It's an easy way for me to specify that I'm referring to Limax as opposed to a different shade, at least. Or, well, I guess some of the other team members just got attached to theirs." Still such a strange idea. It was like the others thought the shade-stones were pets, or like...

"Really? Are you sure?" Skara tilted her head slightly, confused. "I mean, that's good if you are sure! But at least let me know if it ever stops being okay, all right? I'm not really sure what I'd do, honestly... but I do still feel bad that I let this happen, and I'd like to help if it comes...

Why indeed. Skara sighed, clicked a few times, thought about it. She couldn't say she'd ever noticed anything like that from Limax when she'd felt frustrated. She certainly hadn't ever thought this particular shade would be the sort to cheer someone up. All it'd ever done was hiss at her. "I...

"Ah— no, I didn't mean that should be your first choice— oh." The shade vanished from the tabletop and took up residence in the stone. Damn it. Why hadn't she moved faster? It hadn't even been doing anything, and she'd hesitated, and now Cynthian was probably stuck with this thing. "It's, uh...

In retrospect, adding 'And then close the jar immediately after you pour the drink' to her suggestion might've been helpful. But. Well. Here they were. "Just stay calm," Skara hissed, well aware that that was often completely useless advice. Her thoughts jumped to the questions she'd asked back...

Cynthian had tensed almost immediately, and Skara seriously considered stuffing the jar back into the bag, but then the roselia relaxed slightly and the shade, in turn, seemed to settle down. Just a bit. Hm. That was different. Without being connected to it Skara couldn't be sure what it...

Skara blinked. "Really? I mean... if you're sure..." She set the satchel on the table and poked her head under the flap, coming out again a second later with the jar in her pincers. The creature inside hissed as she set it down across from the roselia. Then she watched, eyes flicking between...

"I don't know that it makes sense to anyone who's had it happen." Skara allowed herself a bemused click. "I dunno, Owen seems like he's taking it in stride, from what little I've seen. It's definitely not a voice, not usually—" that one, uh, outburst notwithstanding "—even though they seem to...

Limax settled into the bowl with the tiniest of splashes, and sat stock still for several seconds, as though unsure of what to make of its new environment. Alien emotions brushed against Skara's own: confusion, worry, calming down, confusion again, curiosity. A little bubble floated to the top...

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," Skara said. There was still a slight hesitation in her tone that she wished she'd hidden better. "I can't blame you any more than I could those heroes or Lugia or anyone else. I'm just glad someone was there to help you, and sorry that there wasn't more I could...

There was a split-second flutter of panic in Skara's thorax when she recognized the roselia waving at her from another table, and then it was gone. As it should have been. Cynthian was an ally, here for the same reasons she was, and he seemed to be in a friendly enough mood. No need to jump at...

It had taken Skara longer than she'd anticipated to pack up the last of her belongings for Destiny Village proper. She hadn't realized that she'd accumulated so many loose notes, for one thing; hopefully she could pick up a proper notebook at her destination. (She preferred not to think about...