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Zia had nodded about the suggestion of getting its wing examined, figuring Fao or that Banning might know if it was okay. The young alter didn't mind the manhandling--and who would living at Farstep?--letting Misha get it in the shower and happy to have the warm water cascading over it.

After a good scrubbing and feeling much cleaner, Zia stepped out of the shower, giving its wings a good flap to rid them of water, cards and feathers fluttering around everywhere. "Err, sorry." It found the bathrobes Misha was talking about and slipped one on, tucking its wings in close for comfort. Looking back at the other two and held out his hands, a towel spread between them. "Here, let me have her to dry off while you finish cleaning up, Misha. You can have some privacy to get all the way washed up."



Fao stopped and looked at his wife, a little surprised she was asking that. How long had she known him now? Surely she had some idea what his ideas might be on how to explore--perhaps christen might be a better word--all the rooms on the floor they'd been given. He gave Elle a mad sort of grin, playful and seductive. "Depends, wife, on what you might be willin' to do while the kids are out."

Rhian perked up a bit at the mention of the kitchen, even as she was handed over to her sibling. "Is there fluffy treat in the kitchen, Misha-fluffy?" she asked hopefully, antennae flicking about.

Fluffy treat sounded very good right about now - but then, it always sounded good to the butterfly Proto.

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Ellandra laughed. "Faolan, you can't possibly - in every room? Before Ziazan and Rhian show up, wanting to know where we are?!?"

”Ah... I don't think we can make fluffy-treat here, but there's a lot of other tasty sweet things. Follow me, then.” Smiling rather cheerfully, ears dried up and gone poofy now, the bunbuns lead his siblings out of the entrance shunt, through the spacious, cosy-looking living room with its neat salon and methane-powered fireplace, into the squeaky-clean kitchen.

”Why don't you two have a seat... perch, the chairs are stable enough I think, I'll jussssst....” snoop around in the cupboards and delivery boxes for a second here. Oh hey look, that would work. Longway'd be hungry too, probably, so maybe he could...

”I could maybe jam some lasagna into the waver-thing, if you like that. I'll find you something nice, too, Rhian, don't worry. Oh lookie, there's sandwiches, too.” skipper scarper, busy wabbit in the kitchun. It didn't take too longfor him to get the load of sandwiches up on the table and shove the lasagna into the microwave. ”I'll go find miss Longway now, be right back, 'kay?”
Pop, and off he was. Sheesh, he only took time to fasten his belt a little before his fluffy gear fluttered open.

Moments later, somewhere distant-ish, a vague female 'what in the WORLD' carried through the house.

Zia looked down at her. "I still have my wings and it's not so bad. Maybe they'll change and be more manageable. I don't really see you without them." It glanced at the food and leaned over to pick at the sandwiches, taking out the lunchmeat and leaving the veggies and cheese. "Is that better, wean?"

Rhian tried to uncocoon herself and grab for a veggie-and-cheese sandwhich, but didn't really succeed. "It would be better if I could move," she told her sibling, and then fell silent when Misha and the lady came back in.

The flutterby watched for a moment, then decided to admit the truth. "It was my fault, I tried to fly out over the ocean and got knocked into the water by the wind and my wings got heavy so I sank!"

Misha could've facepalmed. Rhian, why so blunt?

Ah, so that's what it was, only nearly drowni-

"What?" Okay, give her a minute to stare, stare some more... "Err... Dah. All in one piece. Alright then, you fixed it up, I won't make a fuss then. Trust you learned something there, flutterby?"

Leaving it at that for now -she'd pry the details out of Misha some other time-, she and her Essentic exchanged a which-one-that-one briefly, pertaining right or left wing. Misha discreetly pointed her the right one, and she went over dutifully to give it a lookover.

Hah, you really reliquished autonomy there Zia. Not afraid to grab-and-manipulate, she quite adeptly checked the joints, however oddly they worked there near his hips, folding-unfolding the wing for him, felt along the muscled-fleshy ridge carefully, lightly pinching in certain places, and keeping a keen eye on Zia's reactions.

Tell me where it hurts eh kiddo.

Zia sat quietly as it was prodded, wincing a little at the tender spots being poked or pinched. It stayed silent, though, having gained some of that pride the didikai were known for.

Rhian tilted her head, surprised at getting extra help to dry off, but rather pleased. Finally uncocooned and able to move again, she gave Misha-fluffy's owner-lady a quick, polite, "Thank you!" before digging into her chosen, meat free foods.