Rhiow didn't make it a habit to come to podpop, not after the first few had gone by without anyone from her team arriving, but with the rage sickness running rampant on the ship, there were fewer crew members available than normal to explain things to the new arrivals.

The last thing she had ever expected was to catch a familiar scent on Stacy's recycled breeze - a scent she hadn't caught since the Nightmare King. Her heart squeezed painfully behind her ribs as she darted between biped legs, trying to find its source. She spotted a flash of black and white through the crowd and pivoted, running up to the kit and practically bowling him over.

"Arhu," she said, her voice a net of complicated emotions. She tried to say something else but found she was speechless, and settled for washing his ears.