Nemhain could remember Wheatley, but it was not as a result of any of her own interactions with the young canine. No, instead she knew of him through Rin's memories, the other's mind like a handy filing cabinet for whenever the massive bird missed someone new coming around. She could still see him introducing himself to Rin, and his name rolled experimentally off of his tongue. Wheatley. It was odd, but she also supposed it was no more odd than Nemhain. However, what was even more interesting was finding the boy crawling around one of the mountains. He was clumsily stomping his way through the snow that had fallen in a layer over the ground, and Nemhain felt her curiosity pulling her over when she spotted him from up above. Cocking her head to one side, the fenghuang descended to land nearby, chirping at him once she had his attention, "Hello there... Wheatley? That is your name, right? My name is Nemhain. Do you mind if I ask what you're doing?" Normally she wouldn't intrude in on the business of her fellow Elysites, but Wheatley was young, and she doubted Rin would want him to get hurt crawling around the mountains on his own.

She had been following her brothers scent after seeing what direction it was heading. Far away. Well not really but it was an area she hadn’t ventured despite her frequent herbal escapades.

You’d think that she’d be around him all she could. She had thought so too. But she had been alone for a while and it was hard seeing just Wheatley and not seeing the others...he was a reminder of those who were not there. But she did love him, truly.

But she had smelled Rin and a couple others too. This only made the pup even more curious.

Finally she would begin to scale the hill. It was awfully hard. Without anyone to play with or even try to hunt with her muscles weren’t in the best shape. Honey was a rather lean and thin pup.

Ears perked at the sound of “mama”. Her heart raced her eyes burned. Could it really be?

“Where’s mama!”, she called out from the back. Eyes searching but not seeing the familiar painted pelt,

Mama. The word made a faint frown pull at Nemhaim's beak, her head slowly cocking to one side as she observed the pup. She couldn't remember hearing about any sort of mother for the boy and Honey, and her suspicions were only confirmed when Rin approached, asking Wheatley about whom his mother was. Nem knew only the basics about what a mother was, considering personas didn't exactly have mothers or fathers – unless you counted their users, which she personally didn't – but even she could tell that something was off about this whole thing. The child launched into a description of his mother, and Nem felt her wings slump a bit, a conflicted look coming to the massive bird's face. Honey was here now, and the child seemed utterly delighted at the prospect of seeing her mother again, but Nemhain knew there was little chance that description was one of anything other than the sun. She couldn't let this charade continue on in good conscious, so she turned her head towards Honey, chirping softly, "I don't believe he's talking about your real mother, lady Honey. I think he is talking about the sun." She then turned to Wheatley, pointing a wing skyward as she questioned, "Am I right? Are you talking about the big bright orb in the sky?" She was fairly sure she was, but she didn't want her tone to be too harsh or scolding. After all, he was just a child. He didn't know better than to get Honey's hopes up. Rin found herself emotional for a moment, wishing that she could reunite the two children with their real mother, but she swiftly snuffed that out. That wasn't a proper thought, not for a persona.