Oh. Instantly, Astrid felt stupid for being the one to bring it up. I could’ve been feeding mine this whole time…? Why didn’t I try that? She withdrew it from her bag, which slunk to the ground upon being freed of the lump’s weight. The stockpile of orans she had were old and dry, but they would have to do. I hope this thing hasn’t been, like, starving in there…
Likewise, her own lump swallowed the oran whole—absorbed its energy, as Astrid could best attempt to describe it. It was one of the most unnatural natural things she’d ever seen. Without missing a beat, she scrutinized it from any angle she could, but no luck. Besides a slight jitter that resembled a burp, it was as motionless as death.
“…I think mine is shy,” Astrid concluded, turning towards Starr. Her eyes locked onto the excitable lump. “They’re all a little different, aren’t they? It was hard to get a glimpse of their personalities when they were violent, but now they seem so… weirdly endearing.” As weirdly endearing as one could expect to find a brain-controlling slug. It was easy to forget how goopy they were when they were hanging out inside the lump.