MOUTHFULS OF BEN AND JERRYS ☆ o, ziplines & flight

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

There was a lot going on at once, wasn't there? He supposed it made sense, considering all that had just happened in such a short time frame. It still seemed almost impossible to the rabbit that he survived, even though he was alive, sitting safely on the rocky earth. Aesior's frantic telepathic call was still echoing in his mind, and he honestly wasn't sure what to do, raising one of his paws only to find it shaking before his eyes. He was about to open his mouth – intent on calling for Aesior and letting the other know he was alright – but the feline was already upon him, looking utterly petrified. The press of Aesior's nose against his head was a comforting one, and he let out a shuddering breath as he slowly closed his eyes. With the adrenaline leaving his system, he suddenly felt rather exhausted, much to his own chagrin. He was really just surprised that he didn't feel like sobbing, considering the ordeal that he had gone through. Either The Golden Eye had made him stronger, or the entire thing had been such a shock to his system that he didn't have tears to shed. Either way, he was silently glad not to be crying in front of everyone.

Once he felt as though he had finally caught his breath, the rabbit raised his gaze to look Aesior over, pretty plainly noticing how worried the feline had been. It warmed his heart, but it also made him feel guilty, not wanting to practically give Aesior a heart attack. He spoke up in a gentle tone, his small claws curling lightly at the ground beneath him, "I'm... I'm okay, Aesior. Definitely a little... shocked... by what just happened, but I'm okay. See? No injuries." He stretched out a front paw and a back leg, showing off that he hadn't sustained any injuries from what had happened. Nothing more than some bruised pride and a few treebranches stuck in his pelt. He doubted that would be enough to entirely put Aesior at ease, but... he would let the other check him for any injuries as much as he wanted, if he needed to. The other was the closest thing to a medic that The Golden Eye had, at this point.

Arlo and Vincent were the next to approach, Arlo with a bit more urgency, but Vincent clearly worried as well. Fraggle waved a paw at the both of them, his eyes vaguely drooping as he did so. The exhaustion fully had him in its grip at this point, and he wasn't sure whether to thank or cursed his own adrenaline. It had no doubt kept him alive, but now he felt as though he could sleep for days. In an effort to keep himself awake, he responded to Arlo slowly, "Didn't realize I wasn't allowed... I definitely see why, though. Don't worry, I won't be doing that again." He glanced up at the ziplines high above wearily, a frown pulling at his muzzle. Signs definitely seemed like they would be helpful, and he was somewhat relieved when Vincent offered to put them up. That meant the task wouldn't be putting more pressure on Arlo's already heavy shoulders. Nodding lightly in Vincent's direction, the boy agreed, "That sounds like a good idea to me... It shouldn't take that long, just going to the different ziplines and putting something up." It would probably be easier with wings, since you could just fly from zipline to zipline, but he was also certain that Vincent was capable.

The last to arrive was Cleopatra, and her presence alone was enough to make Fraggle wince. He knew that she would be disappointed to see he was alive, and he initially sent a half-hearted glare in her direction, figuring she wouldn't say anything. After all, he had nearly died, and both Arlo and Aesior were pleasant, along with Vincent. None of the others had been particularly shy about their disapproval when it came to her comments. Yet still, she felt bold enough to open her mouth. Another flare of anger rose up within Frag, even through the exhaustion, and he replied in a short hiss, "And felines that can't shut their mouths might just lose their tongues." In this case, that was a thread that Fragglerock could actually follow through on. Some sharp object, a sleeping Cleo... it was honestly a tempting prospect, but his brain was admittedly scrambled by adrenaline and drowsiness. So, once he had snapped back at her, he found himself leaning his head back against Aesior's chest, his eyes heavily drooping with sleep.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]