Reese's Resting Room.

Hope had been hanging around the pens after picking up a bred meowler. the band of travelers( Hope, Lye and Mossy ) saw the commotion and wanted to help. They hopped onto Lyes back to gather vines and weaving resources, Hope wove together a fair sized hutch and platform for the meowler to sleep and lay on, should they have the want to. and the whole ride there and back Mossy spun a blanket to go into the hutch. (barely covers the bottom the of the hutch
when the got back the girls set up the platform and hutch, and as the left the meowler to rest hope give the rest of the terreden jellys. she had made them not to long ago when training and thought they might have some good here since they had healed her up even after the accident.

Hope had wished she could do more, and couldnt imagine how damazi is feeling, if it was Lye or Mossy she wouldnt have a clue what she'd be doing, but it would be an adventure she wouldnt take well to 

Nyvo didn't know what was wrong, only that Lullia looked distracted, and her tail was flicking nervously back and forth. He meowed loudly, and butted against her, trying to shake her out of it. She rested a claw on his head and scratched him behind the ear, eyes still distant. He couldn't shake her from this. Instead, he just shifted himself a little closer, keeping careful watch on the rest of the building.

All of a sudden, Lullia stood up, gave the other two squad members a quick nod, and headed out the door, Nyvo following right behind. She took off and travelled towards the swamp, her many wingeyes moving in different directions. She passed by a couple emptier groves before she finally found one with those little white flower-type things, then dove, snatching off as many fruits as she could carry. Nyvo followed in suit, mouth crammed full of the things. Even if he wasn't entirely sure what was happening, he trusted that Lullia was.

He continued right after her, until they reached a very familiar place. His pace slowed a little as he entered the area, looking around carefully. It still felt like home. As he passed by the pens, he stopped, staring in at the other meowlers. Without even really realizing it, he sat down, losing all sense of time and purpose as he just watched. A sudden but gentle stroke of his fur startled him back to reality. He stared down at Lullia, and she stared right back at him, every one of her many eyes looking up. A moment of silence passed between them, and then Nyvo stood back up. Lullia nodded, and continued walking.

The two entered the new structure carefully. Nyvo finally realized why they were there, what their purpose was. He rushed over to the tiny meowler, settling down in front of them, staring into their vacous eyes. He dropped the bleeding heart fruits, nudging one right in front of the meowler with a worried mewl.

Lullia set her fruits down at the edge of the tent, then settled down by Nyvo, staring into the little meowler's eyes, stroking their tiny head. Her face contorted in a pained experession, and all of her many eyes closed, blue blood welling at the edges of them. Nyvo licked her face, and she opened her eyes again, trying to force a smile. He could see it in her eyes, Lullia knew there wasn't much of a point. She pressed herself against him and sobbed for a while. Even once she stopped, Lullia stayed buried there in Nyvo's fur, and he curled around her in return, pulling her as close as he could.

Velvet had assumed the situation was bad from Damazi's messages. Considering that the lovely tamer was easily the foremost authority on meowler care and behavior, her concern alone was... concerning. If she didn't know how to fix whatever was ailing the meow then Velvet wasn't entirely sure what anyone else could do. In spite of that, the foxy lady blob had hope that Reese would recover. Everyone and everything else seemed to do so... surely Damazi's meowler would too.

At least, that's how she felt until she saw the meowler. The weak head bob and clearly exhausted tiny body... Velvet's core ached for the creature and Damazi. Doubt crept in and worry took over. Sitting the fish she had brought along off to the side she swiftly made her way to the tiny meowler with soft steps and Queen on her heels.

"Oh, hun..." Velvet crooned as Queen tucked in gently beside the smaller meowler. Velvet followed suit. Laying down on Reese's other side she curled herself around both of the meows and propped herself up on one arm. With one hand she ran her fingers through Queen's fur while softly caressing Reese's head with another hand. Running her fingers in a gentle trace of the pretty kitty's tiny face she waited to see if the feline had any complaints. She watched as one eye peeked open at her for a moment before sliding back closed. The faint nudge that followed was all the confirmation she needed. She added her final hand into the mix to rub the meowler's back.

"You'll get better for her right hun?" Her words themselves trembled a little with her worry. The little meow didn't reply of course, tired as the poor thing was the blob wasn't really expecting an answer. "She'll get back here with all sorts'a things for ya and we'll figure something out." She idly traced the little swirl mark above one eye. "You'll be back to yourself in no time at all." She assured the feline as best she could and then with a sigh she hummed a soft vague tune to the little creature like a lullaby.

At least she sincerely hoped the feline would get better as she wasn't sure what the alternatives might entail. Would they fade away to nothing? Just continue to suffer? The feline's pain would be Damazi's and neither of them deserved that. Neither would want that for the other. So she had to hope it wouldn't come to that. The sweet little tamer's sweet little meowler would get better... one way or another. Velvet needed to believe. Until then, she'd do what she could and make sure that Reese was as comfortable as possible.