Exhausted flight//Joiner

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]His lips quiver in mild concern for the small critter as he continues to manipulate the air currents around him, careful not to be too forceful. While Elijah had originally learnt to control wind in a passive matter, the feline had also been recently using his abilities offensively. It was necessary, after all, for his escape. He might have never managed to return to The Typhoon, let alone find freedom, if he hadn't managed to conjure more violent bouts of wind. It was only now that the boy was begin to realise the intricacies of gently manipulating the flow of oxygen, wary of his precision in separating heavier molecules so that breathing would come easier. When the young bat finally seemed to stop coughing, visibly relaxing from fatigue. For a moment, while Elijah was lost in his thoughts, he had wondered if bats counted as pests. After all, Elijah's demon blood had an overwhelming connection to infestation. It was the reason as to why the boy was always swarmed with rats, rodents crawling around him in a protective manner, always looking and keeping him safe as if he were royalty. The rats were his guardian - linked to him from a young age. But, as he continued to allow his mind to wander in spirals and other tangents, he felt nothing supernaturally special between himself and the stranger. It would appear that bats were not pests.

He definitely feels his own expression evolve into that of a sympathetic pout, hearing that the bat named Umber had been lost for quite some time. It would explain how the creature managed to wash up on the beach and Thirteen had been right about the bat flying to the brink of exhaustion. Elijah couldn't help but feel tragically sorry for the poor thing. Cibus, the winged boy notes to his rat, twitching an ear when he hears Umber's rumbling stomach. And, following his instruction, the rodent leaps off his head to be accompanied by another mass of rats, scurrying off to find anything suitable for the bat. "Well in the meantime you can stay here. We can be your family until you're ready to try and find home again," the feline continues, "That being said, I don't think it's a good idea you set out immediately. The fact that you fell into the ocean means it's too dangerous to try it again and it must be extremely far by now." As Elijah speaks, he allows a few moments to pass as he looks through his bond with Thirteen, checking how his rodents' food gathering had been going. He wasn't exactly sure what bats ate. He rarely took the time to get to know other species and their diets.

Seeing that the boy was shuddering from the water, the older male moves closer. He lifts his feathered wing and wraps it around the small bat, trying to keep Umber warm. Elijah holds himself there until one rat begins sprinting towards him, carrying a small chunk of meat it must have found in the tavern. It drops it in front of the demiangel who telekinetically raises it towards the young bat. "Would this help your hunger?" he asks before lowering his head and releasing a small nervous laugh, "If you eat insects then I'm afraid it might take a while...my rats are ravenous at this sort of time so, knowing them, they'll eat any insect they come across. We were actually about to have lunch before I came here."