10-28-2019, 11:33 PM
Pulling back his paw after finding a small bump utop Feza's head, Wormwood could feel the small frown of worry that pulled at his muzzle. Sure, perhaps he had his issues with Feza right now, but that didn't mean that he wanted her injured or in a state of amnesia. It was so disorienting to hear Feza speak in a different voice, not to mention the way that she claimed her colors weren't right at the moment. Worm knew that something had to be wrong just from that alone, and he found himself shaking his head when Feza claimed she didn't need any sort of medic, "Feza, I'm not really sure that's true. You've got a big bump on your head that is clearly sore, and I think you might've taken such a hard hit to the head that you can't remember things. And since I don't know how to help with that, we're gonna need one of the medics." He was then startled when he heard Indie's voice enter the conversation from a distance, his soft blue eyes glancing over at the other for a moment before he nodded his head firmly. Turning back to Feza, Wormwood rumbled as he settled both his paws back down against the earth beneath him, "Yeah, answer her questions. That will tell us for sure whether or not you're missing things. What do you think is going on around the group right now, also?" Truthfully, he didn't know how old Feza was, so that question wouldn't help with his sleuthing at all, but if she thought Morgan was still in charge, or she was in another group, that would say it for sure.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan