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The boy squinted as he felt the effects of what had happened, vision swimming a bit again as he wobbled on his paws. "I think," He wrinkled his nose, "It would be better to fly." Yes, something was clearly a little wrong - though it was only the result of the drugs. "That's quicker." His head swung around and peered at the surrounding areas before pointing to a tree further into Morningside territory. "It's called a nest, you melon. That's my nest. It's pretty." The Streiter allowed himself to rest slightly against her shoulder, suddenly caring very little where she led him. He was so tired.

His jaws stretched open in a wide yawn before beginning to walk with Forrest, gaze idly wandering the horizon as he battled to keep his eyes open.