Private Finished Lost Without You

The humming and glowing and ooze didn't tell if Ebvion did things right. For all he knew, he broke it and now he released something that would kill everyone he loved. He backed away slowly from the orb, wondering how soon he would need to fly away. That time never came, however. Soon, Index was once again in front of Ebvion, thanking him.

Ebvion ignored the 'thank you.' His time on the island numbed him to the expected offense he should have taken, but now he was more understanding about it. Just how fae were they now? It didn't matter. Index was obviously troubled from this ordeal.

Once Index looked to be more together, they smiled. "I'm happy to help. Just remember our deal. How do I, um, find you when I'm ready?"

A large smile grew on Ebvion's face. And then Index... vomited? Ebvion took a couple steps back and wore a disgusted expression. "Ugh... I live nearby. When you feel better I can visit and we can be friends and... Um... Yeah. I'll show you the island later."

Ebvion turned into a swarm of butterflies and fled the scene of eldritch vomit. If eldritch were reality-bending, would their insides be reality-bending too? The vomit better not do any damage to the forest. It was too close to his house for comfort.