Alex feels great relief and lays on the floor, breathing heavily. Akhmin stares at him, wondering what to do with him. A small boy comes around the corner in the room beside the one Alex changed in and rubs their right eye, yawning. “Uhm, what’s going on? I keep hearing a bunch of weird noises and the storm hasn’t been very fun either, I can’t get any sleep…” Seff looks at him and speaks “Ah Achiin! Yes, we took in someone who needs help.” Achiin stares at Alex in confusion as well as interest, “Why does he have glowy stuff on his skin?” Akhmin looks at Seff and back at Achiin. "He is uhm... covered in some new flower pulp." Akhmin nods. "I found a nice flower that hasn't been seen before. I'm considering it an entirely new species..." Akhmin goes into the kitchen as Seff helps Alex into the puff pillow on the ground, pouring him more tea. Although useless, it's possible he'll drink it this time. Akhmin checks the cupboards trying to find some rations of foragery left over from Seff's latest haul as he brings the food situation up to Achiin. The bright little, deep coffee color-feathered child rubs his eyes and perks their ears. "Hunting?! Can I go? I made a new bow I want to try out of scrap!--" Akhmin shakes his head. "No finch, your time hasn't come yet. You need to learn to be a man first." Achiin looks sad and dangles their arms. "Aw no fair... well... ok... I'm gonna go back to sleep then...--" Achiin, out of the corner of his eye, sees the glimmering on Alex's back through his translucent and breezy shirt, but thinks he's hallucinating from his eyes being foggy out of sleep deprivation. "Night Seff, night vathi..." Akhmin says goodnight as well as Achiin roams around the corner of a room by the kitchen.    

It's almost time to gather the huntsmen. As Seff goes into the kitchen, Akhmin walks over to Alex, taking his hand to help him get back to his feet. He takes some spears. "Are you comfortable here alone?", asks Akhmin. Alex looks for a bit around him, assessing his environment and orients his body to correct his movement. In idle stance, Alex nods. About three of the tribesmen come to the door as the storm seems to have calmed through the windows, Akhmin speaks to them as one or two of them notice Alex hidden away behind all his feathers. He then closes the door. Alex can hear the laughing and deep chortling of the people he just saw. He looks at his inner hand, a rhombus-shape of blue within his palm. He sees the top of his knuckles and skims his eyes along toward the arm. There, he sees two lines with stylized angles, slanted, oblique. All cyan. They resonate with the same aura as everything else both within him and on him. His skin is peach when outside but inside, it's a very light tan. He feels his head and runs his fingers along the strands of what felt like soft, fibrous hair. A very dark, reddish brown.

After about thirty extra minutes of slumber, Achiin awakes to see Seff baking tarts. He goes into the kitchen to sip some hot, floral, prisma berry tea and slices himself a poff of light and crumbly Natta bread. “Hhhhh…” He sits on the porch as the acidic rains drip from the roof, the air humid yet just the right temperature. As he takes in the rest of his morning snack, Achiin starts to hear a weird sound, like white noise but louder, and some rustling. He then notices something skitter toward the village after a small flashing green light appears where it was. He squints at the sight of it but it vanishes. He doesn't hear all the noises anymore.

Seff yells for his name so he gets up to go inside. He sits on the pouff pillow closest to the front door as Alex stares him down without a word. Blank expressions loom in the room from him. Achiin looks around, tapping on the table for a bit, looking up and back again to meet his eyes as he then turns his head slowly to make the same expression. Alex doesn't let up and still stares the same way at him. Achiin starts to show angry eyebrows. Alex then furls his eyebrows just the same. Achiin scrunches his eyebrows just a tad more and speaks, "what's your problem?" Alex simply goes back to the expression he had before and looks around him just as Seff turns the corner.

Tarts placed upon a tray, Seff gives each of them two, themselves, the same amount. They then pour tea for everyone with a gleeful smile. Achiin is tantalized by the treat, drooling as it sits atop a nicely folded mat. Alex is still staring at him, however, and Achiin has had enough. Seff, still keeping his smile, listens to Achiin's complaint. "Who is this guy? Why doesn't he move or talk? Also why is he angry?!" Seff, still smiling, introduces him. "This is Alex, like I said last night, they are injured and need our assistance... the only way this can happen is if we get the proper ingredients to create the ointment, Achiin... now please, be nice to our guest or I'll be eating your tarts" Seff then has an angry furled eyebrow as well.

Achiin pouts but lays out a big sigh, "fiiiiine... but he better not touch my things." Seff nods, "I can try..." Alex simply sits in place seeing Seff sip their tea. He bends over and sticks out his tongue, trying to lap it up. Seff stares blankly at Alex as he has poor table manners but leaves him be and lets him do his thing. Achiin tries not to laugh as Alex uses his arm somewhat crane-like, trying to grab a tart piece and drops it, leading him to create a bit of a disparaged look for his lack of appendage control.