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"Zar's side is likely. Maybe my grandfather. They're japanese." Barth gave up on sitting, which was more gravity-defiance than he was capable of, and slumped down to rest his head on the section of Zar's lap that Zar had been so adamantly defending, taking imposing advantage of the Command.

His long, lethal horns brushed Zar's stomach, but didn't press.

"Have you thought about names?"

Calder knew little about avians and could only reach out to pet it, hoping it knew somehow was around that was watching over it, but not able to tell it that Zar was a good person despite the scarling's limited life experience that he wasn't.

Maybe if it was near Barth, it could be near Zar. Calder petted it and tried to give it an encouraging nudge towards Barth in hopes that maybe Zar would be less of a jacker about the whole thing.

As for the spider, Calder leaned down to maybe get a better look at it, and decided maybe it would help to get closer. He moved forward one step before the spider sensed the ground movement and tapped it's legs on the ground.

"Anyone know anything about spiders?" Calder asked, looking at both scarlings with concern. He really didn't know the first thing about raising scarlings it seemed, especially ones that weren't just very equine in nature. He had half hoped that between Zar and him, they would be somehow hooven, and with Barth, a bit more slow.

"Do demons have long names?" Calder's kind did not have the sort of magic with names that demons had, so there was no need for nicknames or any type of secrecy.

"What kind of demons are in your families?" He said, looking over at the pair of them as he tried and once again failed to get any closer to the spider. The spiderling looked ready to go back into the pumpkin again if Calder kept it up.

Zar knew about spiders, at least spiders as pertained to his father, but he didn't volunteer himself, he didn't want to do anything except escape at present and it was the one thing he couldn't do.

The tiny chick was nudged towards Barth and took a few hesitant footsteps forward, not confident on its clumsy claws yet. Barth's encouragement seemed to brighten it up a little, though it still looked to Zar to try and understand what was the safe thing to do. He permitted Barth near him so it seemed like it was all right.

Tensed, Zar exhaled in a hiss the closer the scareling got. "If you want it to sit on you, get away from me." he said with surprising hostility. "I don't want it near me."

And as if to make a point his tail snatched out at the scareling and sought once again to lash out at them and push them back. The vines stopped him though, weakened as he was himself and all he could manage was another snarl in his throat as he bared his fangs and bristled, trying to intimidate them away from him and by extension Barth.

But unable to understand warnings yet with that same fearful and hesitant waddle, the creature made its way over to Barth and hopped up onto him with a clumsy flap, weighing hardly anything at all as it wandered onto his chest and sat on the exposed skin at his throat, fluffing itself up uncertainly and burying its face against his neck, shivering with too much trauma for such a short existence.

"Get it off." Zar hissed as the tiny stranger got too close to him and what was by all rights his.

Zar remained furious and tried to lean away from Barth and the scareling both, in a state of absolute turmoil, fear and upset over what felt like the end of his usefulness and the end of control over his life. He was weakened and forced to deal with a dependency he wanted nothing to do with, equipped with no means at all to deal with any of it and no point of reference in his own upbringing.

Still held in place by both the mark and the vines he just slumped as far away from everyone as he could manage without moving his legs or tail and closed his eyes.

"No, nothing special."

Barth allowed the exhausted bird to curl up. For all the fear they'd put in, they had come out very small, and he hadn't been expecting twins.

"Given up already?" Barth asked Zar. "It likes your mark. And you."

He watched the other, shyer one from where it was burrowing in the leaves.

Calder reached over and brushed some hair behind Zar's hair before leaving him be.

"OK Zar. We'll head back. Everyone seems tired." The scarling was already resting against Barth so that made one scarling retrieval a success.

Looking to the spider, Calder moved over and watched as it moved back into the pumpkin. For now, this would just be the way they would take it back until Calder found a way to get it out.

With the spiderling inside, he picked up the pumpkin, feeling awkward and somewhat bad for taking the thing away from the patch. He could hear it hissing inside.

"That sound good?"

"Please don't bring back the pumpkin." Zar said, opening one eye long enough to note that Calder had it in his hands. His voice was soft and weary, without the usual irritation or smugness that usually tinged it.

Normally Barth falling asleep was not a big deal at all, expected and natural for the other demon, but right then he felt abandoned and in some ways to blame for the weakness that beset all of them after this insane venture. "But yes, please, I would like to leave."

He only realised as he tried to move that he still couldn't stand up thanks to the mark's Order not being released, still not able to put distance between himself and the scarelings and upset by the warm comfortable weight of Barth on his lap, close but incredibly out of reach.

"I can't stand." he said, feeling rather silly as he did so.