It wasn't often that the guardsman came across one of his clanmates wrapped up in a big peaceful cocoon, ready – or in Delilah's case, already – to be deep in sleep. The metaphorical cocoon, such as the huge blanket nest Moth had constructed in her house, he had seen before, but the literal one, like the one currently enveloping Del? He had never seen such a thing, and he found himself coming up beside Indie with a look of bewilderment on his face. He had been out looking for herbs for Selby and Moth when he had first caught the faintest of scents alerting him to both Delilah and Indie's presences. Figuring he could take a bit of time away from herb hunting, he turned and padded over to where the two were, and was rather embarrassed to find himself caught in a double take. He made a very similar "uhh" noise to the one that Indie had made, but he too pressed his ear up against the strange substance, hearing the faint sounds of sleep from inside. As the guardsman pulled away, he sniffed at the cocoon and pressed his paw against it, finding that there was definitely someone inside, and it definitely smelled of Delilah.

Turning to Indie, Worm tilted his head to one side before questioning the newer Tangler, a worry frown coming to his handsome muzzle, "Indie, did you see what happened to Delilah...? I've never seen anything like this before..." Most of his questioning was born out of worry for Del, since she was part of his little found family and a friend of his, but part of it was also born of his job as a guardsman. After all, he was supposed to make sure that nothing would end up threatening the group, and he really wasn't sure if this represented a threat to the group or not. Obviously Del was inside the cocoon, and she wasn't a threat to them on her own, but what had caused this, and what would happen when she emerged from it? Would she be some kind of horrible murder beast? Or would she be all aggressive, like she had been after Arrow's death? Every negative option made him fidget nervously, and he pressed a paw back up against the cocoon, calling into it softly, "Delilah? Can you hear me? What is this?"

The male's heart began pounding vigorously at the sight of Delilah's unconscious figure. Further increasing his concern was the outlandish encasing which cloaked her body. He had seen her as motionless as this before; only that time, she was dead as a doornail. The thought of the pastel-pelted femme passing away once more was a hazard to his system. She stuck around the swamp since the early days of Morgan's reign, similar to he. The experiences they both shared - the laughs, the tears - brought the pair together in a family-like bond, in Leroy's mind. Having her immobile like this plagued him with sinister, pessimistic thoughts.

"What happened t' her?" he found himself asserting discernibly whilst arriving at the scene,  his amber luminaries flickering wildly betwixt Wormwood and Indie, "Who did this? Is she a-okay? What happened?"

Wormwood wasn't used to hearing such a tone of... concern, in Leroy's voice. Sure, he knew that the proxy was far from some soulless bastard, but usually the other could control his own emotions. He usually proved himself to be a steadying force in the entire group, which was probably why Crow had decided to make him proxy in the first place, along with his seniority. So to see the canine in such a state...? It was unsettling, to say the least. Still, Wormwood was pretty sure he could understand. Both Delilah and Leroy had been here for far longer than he had, and they seemed like two of the few remaining members from the old days. Worm couldn't imagine if one of his now friends – or makeshift family, rather – ended up injured or dying or anything like that. Well, he could imagine, but... he didn't like to think about it. Thankfully, it didn't seem that anything extremely serious was going on with Delilah. Of course, he could've been wrong, since he had never seen anything like the cocoon she was currently cooped up inside, but it didn't seem like anything was... wrong. It seemed as though Del was just sleeping, if the sounds coming from inside were anything to go by. This was hopefully just a little temporary... nest. Sort of like a butterfly's cocoon. It made Worm wonder if, when Delilah emerged, she would be any different than before... he hoped if it did happen, it would be just a physical change, and not a personality one.

Nodding along with what Indie said to Leroy, the guardsman rumbled as he looked at the cocoon currently wrapped tightly around Delilah's bright form, "Yeah, what Indie said. Nobody did this to her, we just... found her like this. It seems like it just developed. I'm pretty sure I can hear a heartbeat, and I definitely hear snoring when I listen to it, so... she's just resting, I guess." He was then startled when he heard Indie's authoritative voice directed at him. He blinked in surprise for a moment, certainly not used to the use of "mister Wormwood" when addressing him. He blinked at Indie's request for a moment before chuckling and nodding, saying as he moved to gently press his nose against the cocoon and lowered himself down beside it, stretching his wings out to the sides, "That's some good thinking, Indie. I can probably carry her pretty easily, unless that cocoon weighs much more than Del or something. It's a good thing it isn't like a Caterpillar's cocoon and didn't latch onto the nearby trees... as for friends and family... well, there's Ren and Flint. Ren is her boyfriend, as far as I know, and Flint is her kid. I'd guess they were at her house way out in the woods... perhaps they know what this is." He then gently motioned to Indie and Leroy to help him get Delilah safely up onto his back, not wanting to pierce the cocoon with his teeth or claw it while trying to pick it up.