Tantomile-Coricopat looked at Anthos for a long moment before spacing off. If one had not heard them talk, they would look like they were simply thinking. But truly, the twins were speaking with one another. Trying to figure out what to do.
Is this what we felt?
I think so.
What does it mean?
Shall we help him?
Should we help him?
I feel nothing wrong with the idea.
Nor do I.
And perhaps someone here can help us out.
Yes, perhaps...
It took only about three seconds. But nonetheless, they talked amongst themselves. They looked at Anthos, and asked Talcen, "Is there a way we can help him?"
Letting the twins do what they came here for, Devlinimalikatia smirked at the fuming girl as she shouted. She could see her face change colour. Purring, she watched as she regained her spot on Flyyn's shoulder. Of whom was cackling. He could probably hear the veins popping.