[Fern is forever glad that Illarion is there, both to keep him from just yeeting himself into the creature's mouth with the rest of them, and to continue providing some direction as support. He isn't great at the support thing, he doesn't have a ton of experience with it, so at his new directions Fern nods, braces himself, and his vines. He's ready for the worst
Thankfully, the worst doesn't come. The monster goes limp - he feels that, and he knows what that means. The steam rising up is something also new to him but it doesn't feel bad, though he chalks that up to it being freezing out and his lack of body heat. Being a plant sucks, sometimes. Still, regardless of all that he doesn't let go, wanting to stay on guard until the others have emerged. The surge of electricity is a good sign, and two vines near the nape split and curl around the wound, ready to grab Childe and Bigby and yank them out.
Of course, he isn't prepared to see just who Bigby is holding. It isn't immediately obvious because of all the steam but the body is small and distinctly un-monster-like and as it dawns on him that it's another Sleeper his grass armour retreats, and he shifts back down to his usual appearance, albeit with his arms still looking like masses of vines.]
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Thankfully, the worst doesn't come. The monster goes limp - he feels that, and he knows what that means. The steam rising up is something also new to him but it doesn't feel bad, though he chalks that up to it being freezing out and his lack of body heat. Being a plant sucks, sometimes. Still, regardless of all that he doesn't let go, wanting to stay on guard until the others have emerged. The surge of electricity is a good sign, and two vines near the nape split and curl around the wound, ready to grab Childe and Bigby and yank them out.
Of course, he isn't prepared to see just who Bigby is holding. It isn't immediately obvious because of all the steam but the body is small and distinctly un-monster-like and as it dawns on him that it's another Sleeper his grass armour retreats, and he shifts back down to his usual appearance, albeit with his arms still looking like masses of vines.]
Oh, geez.