running back to you

Faria was always a free spirited little thing, cheerful and kind. Sometimes it was appalling. However, it was refreshing to see her, to not be the only one trying to keep Mithras from killing himself with his latest idiotic stunt. The cobalt darling tried to get her feet beneath her already, attempting to get up and moving. The celestial behemoth snorted, placing one paw onto the other girl's tiny shoulders and attempting to push her back down onto the ground. Now was not the time to test her strength and find out if exhaustion would crumble her like a badly crafted bridge. Ria expressed her delight in finding them, offering a tiny grin. "You're harder to get rid of than the fleas on Mith's ass." She replied with a smirk, shooting her brother a look. It was endlessly entertaining to tease them, it was second nature to her. The soft sound of the petite cosmic girl's breaths whooshing heavily from her lungs was a clear sign they needed to tend to her, and Caia tried not to frown. Seriously, would she have to take care of everyone around here?

Her brother was so excited he was wiggling on the sand like a snake on crack. If he kept it up he'd burrow right into the underworld, and there was no way she'd go and save him then. (Lies, of course, she absolutely would.) He started rambling on and on about the urge to do something, before trailing off and returning to his spastic wriggling. Amethyst eyes would roll heavenward, and a soft sigh would escape inky lips. "We should be getting little miss hobbit somewhere warm, and get something to eat before it gets too dark out here. Poor little thing's frickin' exhausted, and I'm thinking we should hunker down for a while." She paused, eyeing the horizon. "I don't like the look of those clouds." She murmured warily, optics narrowing. There was a good chance of a storm tonight, and she didn't want to be caught out in the open when it hit. Even if it caught up with them the next morning, they needed a sure place to shelter until it passed. A cave, probably. Maybe those ones full of songs, that she'd met the ebony child in a little while back. "I'll carry you, Ria. That way my brother can recount the tales of our little adventure here." Husky melodies would murmur with a soft smile. Gaze would drift to her brother, watching him for a moment. Yep, the mooshy feelings were still there, strong as ever.

Heaving to her feet, the galactic titan would aim to delicately lock her jaws around the scruff of their much tinier companions scruff and lift her from the ground. Should the girl resist, it wouldn't be too much harder to shift her onto her back to be carried. With that, she would lead the way in the direction of the singing caverns. They should be safe there, regardless of how powerful the storm became when it made landfall.