Laverre City || Morning || Plant 73
Plant tried to get a hold of himself. He really did, but the tears kept flowing endlessly as his breath was overtaken by mucus. “No, not yet,”
Alirah spoke with the sweetest voice, her words soothing despite the discomfort Plant was filled with. “I’m sure they’ll be along soon.”
He couldn't pull his eyes away from the ground. Wringing his wrists Plant wondered, had they gone looking for him? Sure, he had been with Kaneki, but the Spectreon was nowhere to be seen when he awoke. The Umbreon wasn't blaming him.. but was it really his
fault? Had Kaneki been searching and recruited Hide to help before losing their way? His small hands worked harder, his wrists starting to burn from the working. Where they out there now, calling his name in an empty city? Should he
be searching and doing his part to bring them home? The Snivy practically chocked on his own spit. He didn't have the energy for that.“We will go look for them once the fog lifts if they aren’t back by then, okay, you two?”
Again, Ali exuded nothing but kindness, her words seeping into Plant's small bones as he tried to get his breathing under control. They were safe here. They were together. Once the sun burned off the fog they would go searching. Everything would be alright. With a couple of weak nods the child agreed. Wiping his eyes clear he mumbled a small, "Alright,"
before making his way back on to shaky feet. Taking in a deep breath he let it go with a rattling exhale. With several hard blinks he tried to will the tears away from his eyes and calm himself. Everything will be fine.
But what would happen until then? Picking his eyes off the floor his gaze immediately fell upon the nest of clothing he had slept in the night before. Verglas.
Would it still smell like him? Plant staggered forward, the feeble hope too powerful to ignore, but his small steps brought a sudden and violent lightheaded spell. As he forced himself to calm down and walk in the present Plant's body caught up with his mind. After the whining, running, fighting, digging, crying, sobbing, and placating he was just so
tired. Taking a fourth step he felt an overwhelming exhaustion and stopped step in his tracks. He had fallen asleep or something. Why was he so overly tired?
With his mind reeling he almost didn't hear Conan's suggestion. “They might come back if we make something yummy for them to return.”
Food? His stomach was completely in knots; there was no way he could think about eating right now. Even with how drained he was the thought of eating made him more sick than hungry. I dont want food.
He wanted to whine and cry again, but he was just too tired. He hadn't the energy to fight it, and instead just gingerly pointed to the pile of morels he had collected early. That seemed like so long ago now. "We could use those."
He sighed, voice about as drained as he was. It wasn't much, but that meager offering was about all he could handle right now.