Wormwood did not know Kiira – or Suvi, he honestly still wasn't sure at this point – well, but that didn't mean he didn't care for her. He cared for every member of Tanglewood that wasn't trying to actively murder him, and Kiira seemed as though she was a skilled medic in the group, and just generally seemed to be a very kind child. However, he hadn't seen her around too much lately. Granted, Worm wasn't everywhere at all times, but he tried to be around as much as possible and check in on others frequently, and he had noticed that Kiira seemed to be hiding herself away. He had been quite concerned with himself as of late, as he was still adjusting to his new hellhound form and trying to figure out why he was trapped in this new and odd form. Still, even in his worry about himself, he had also noticed that the girl seemed to benfading away, and not just because of her odd fading habit and glitching, but also because she seemed to be losing mass. She wasn't taking food from their prey stocks nearly as often as anyone else, but he had figured he was just missing things.

That was, until, he saw Kiira about to fall on her face out of a nearby tree. He had just been passing by slowly, until he heard a loud creak and the sagging of a nearby tree branch. Looking up, the cold death blue male's eyes widened when he saw Kiira about to fall asleep. He let out a soft surprised yip before moving directly beneath the medic, barking softly as he tried to maneuver himself so that Kiira wouldn't fall directly down and break her bones, "K-Kiira! Miss Kiira, you can't fall asleep up there. You're gonna fall down, and hurt yourself! Please wake up, I'll catch you..." He leaned his head forward carefully so that if Kiira did fall down, she wouldn't be pierced on any of his sharp new bone horns. He missed his wings at that moment, since they would've been nice and pillowy for the female to land on, but instead now all he had was the fluff lining his spine, and while that was suitable, it certainly wasn't as wide as his wings. He also would kill for air elementals, since he could keep Kiira up much easier.

Wormwood blinked and looked up as Feza and Torren approached, and he let out a relieved breath, his legs faintly shaking as he barked softly, "I wouldn't be so worried if I thought she had gone up there intentionally, but I'm pretty sure she just phased up there... thank you, Torren. I can't climb up and get her myself in this form." His new canine form was far from appropriate from climbing trees, and he didn't have his wings anymore to just fly up and grab her. He remained closely underneath the tree branch Kiira and now Torren were both in or around, carefully positioning himself so that if the worst did happen and somebody fell, he might actually have a chance to catch them. He pressed a paw against the surface of the bark, wondering if he could actually try climbing, but his new bone claws slipped down from the wood without a chance of digging in, and he sighed heavily, cursing internally. There was no way he could do it himself, so he had to count on Feza and Torren, and only provide backup in case something went horribly wrong.

Watching as Torren carefully moved up the tree, Worm's batlike ears pinned back in worry, his eyes shining anxiously as he gazed upward. Eventually he harked softly, glancing between Feza and Torren, "Careful, Torren! We don't want the both of you falling down..." He hadn't seen Torren around too much lately, but he still didn't want the young prince getting himself hurt at all, and he was already freaking out about Kiira, so the added worry of the other male moving up was driving him crazy, making him wish desperately that he could shift back to his usual winged lion form before.

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The voices don't quite reach her until they're close.  Regardless, sleep-deprived eyes fought her gradually stirring conscious.  A few minutes maybe... 'You can't fall asleep up there.' 'Kiira, you need to wake up.' Chattering birds.  She was fine... Wait, why are they worried about me falling?

An ear flicked, suddenly perking attentively.  Her eyes followed, finally, half-closed.  They find Torren quickly, narrowing in confusion.  When she spots Wormwood and Feza below her, the gears turn more rapidly.  Heights never bothered the petite vixen, but the sense of vertigo hit her like a brick.  She knew better than to get into trees.  Damn it.

Roughly, she took in a deep breath, teeth catching the inside of her cheek.  W͟h͝y d͡o̷ ̶t͡h҉e͢y c̕are?̶  ̡̨̀̕͟͞T̷̷͢h͡e̵͜y͞͡ ̸̕did҉̡̕n͡'̛̀t͏ ͞҉́bo͘͠t͡h͢͏͘er̵̡̨ ͏́t҉͠o͟ ḑ̕͟o̵̡ ̵s͝҉̨ǫ ̕͟b͢͞efo̴͘͝r̵͡e.͟͟.́͠͏.̛̀  "…" How do I get down?

She feels more alert now, though her eyes seemed to burn.  When did she last sleep?  The time alludes her.  Not important.  Not right now.  Her tail fades as she glances up, then down, a pit growing in her stomach.  "I-I didn' m-mean to... G-get up here." Obvious.  "I-I don' know... How to get down."

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Thank the stars.  Tension he barely noticed within his every muscle dissipated when Kiira opened her eyes.  Clearly exhaustion took the toll on the fox he noted, watching her fight her way to greater alertness.  His tail flicked, antsy as she took everything in, praying she didn't out-right panic due to the predicament she found herself waking up in.  When did she last sleep?

How do we get her down?  His original plan still appealed the most to him, even as Feza's voice drifted from below, causing him to pause.  "Oh no, I'll be quite fine, Feza.  No need to worry about me.  I wouldn't come up, if I couldn't come down." Well, not entirely true, he could almost hear his sister's voice -- Torren felt inclined to help those he deemed friends without second thought, often with the unfortunate circumstance of finding trouble for himself as well.  In the current case however, he doubted he warranted any concern.  "Lemme try something, okay?"

"Okay, Ki," he murmured softly, flashing his friend a warm smile.  Her uncertain voice seemed to make his heart squeeze -- he had to help her somehow.  "I, if you'll accept my humble opinion, believe you are capable of getting yourself down.  Safely." Of course, the prince worried with the idea she may simply be too tired to make any sort of controlled attempts, but he'd already began speaking.  "But you need to believe that too, okay?  Have you ever done this on purpose before?"

If she had, they had something to work with.  It's worth a try, at the very least.  "If you have, let's start there, okay?  How does it feel, or what conscious effort has to happen, so it works?  If you can lock on that, well, the distance isn't that far, yeah?  You just have to reach Feza and Wormwood."

Another concern butted into his mind, weary if she managed the trip she might collapse again.  Torren felt inclined to make every attempt to avoid such but he possessed no clue just how much teleportation took out of her.  Regardless, he swore silently he'd continue assisting her after she reached the ground.  Maybe she just needs a friend watching her back.

"I have complete faith in you, and I'm right here, and I'll be down there right after you, okay?"