((solo post tonight. Permission by semi and Key granted!))
Om was once more a bearer of good news to the pair inside Alma's cozy room. Whereas Rot's own room was rather plain aside from the stacks of old chests and countless ancient books (and a few old armaments, basically everything he owned that was not already stored inside Om's belly). Alma's was a bit more bright and comfortable. Her bed was a bit bigger too, perfectly sized so she could pull her claws onto the mattress instead of letting them hang off the side.
She was already curled up and asleep when Om barged in, barking a shrill, "NAHM!" Rot was sitting on the floor against the bed, dozing himself and woke with a start. Clutched in the little bears paws was the same note that had been left on Michael's table. On one side was the immortal's handwritten request and on the other a glyph he had never seen before along with the spidery response: "Granted."
The glyph glowed and in the blink of an eye the note warped into a portal affixing itself to the nearest wall. "Alma, wake up," Rot said gently, letting Om wake the clawed girl. She stirred from her slumber, clutching the bear to her breast and yawning before gasping at the sight of the portal. "Wh-What is that?!" she squeaked and pulled her knees to her chest.
Rot chuckled and rose with creaking joints. "It's the permission we've been waiting for," he replied, reaching back and pulling the cure from his pocket. "Key is waiting for us. Let's not keep her waiting any longer."
Michael's dimensions were a rather unnerving place to be. Rot's horns buzzed, feeling the traces of power vibrating his skull to almost unbearable levels. He held it in check and forced himself to bear it as they approached Key's bedside. It was so familiar to a regular hospital bed, like it had just been plucked from the clinic.
"Key..."
She looked in a peaceful slumber, kept safe and stable thanks to that man's magic. Alma was already at her side, kneeling and resting her head against the magician's hip, Om on the opposite side like two pets. Rot would have smiled at the sight were his heart not heavy. After so much time had passed, the act of administering her cure seemed so small even as the poison faded from her body.
Some color returned to Key's peaceful face, but there was still much missing. "I was afraid of this..." he muttered, making sure his companions would not hear. Shadowclan venom was not something so quickly cured. Granted, her life was no longer in danger but her magic would take time to regain.
Walking to her side, he placed a hand on Alma's head and stood there a long time, the three beings surrounding Key's bed until finally another sneaky portal ejected the visitors back into Alma's bedroom. The clawed girl sniffed and sat with Rot on the floor, pressing her face to his stitched chest as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I miss her..." she whimpered, Om laying on her lap as Rot patted her head.
"Me too."