Fairspell Meadow shed every skin that no longer fits

Of course, she murmured, noting the weariness in his face, his voice. The boy needed a good rest. Food, when she could find it. And, yes, friends. Sobek and Sakhmet desperately needed friends, now, too. Whether or not they would be open to the idea of another companion was on them, but at least Maegi could steer Scarab in their direction.

She rose, a little unsteadily, to her paws. Everything was unsteady these days, from the ground up. Let me know if you ever need anything, Maegi told him, her eyes kind. I'm around. Physically, at least.

With a nod to the newest Blackfeather (but for how long?) she moved away, leaving him to slumber. Perhaps she would sleep some, herself—though she doubted it, with the horrific dreams she'd been having as of late.